Mini Minho
Mini Minho
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hi besties! I bring more dad!skz! Hehehhe enjjooyyyyyy
⌦ .。.:*♡: Summary: Reader surprises Minho at the studio with their baby, and some cuteness ensues, (imagine your baby also looks like baby Minho)
⌦ .。.:*♡ Warnings: dad!Minho, fluff, the bandmates being the sweetest uncles, fem!reader, your son Min-Jun is 10 months old, pet names (for reader and baby Min Jun), you and Minho raise Min Jun bilingually(Eng and Korean)
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It was Wednesday morning and Minho had already left for dance practice, to nail the routines for this new comeback. Comeback season was always busy.
You were in bed, scrolling on your phone before you heard whimpers coming from your baby monitor. “Looks like my Jun-ie is awake.” You smiled to yourself and got out of bed making your way to his nursery. Opening the door, you saw Min Jun standing in his crib, holding on to the side bars. “Oh good morning, my sweet boy. Are you waiting for eomma?” You smiled and picked him up out of his crib, holding him on your hip. Min Jun let out giggles and nuzzled himself into your chest, a true mommy’s boy. “Does my precious Junnie want breakfast,hm?” You giggled and kissed his forehead, making your way downstairs to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, you put Min Jun in his high chair and set out some food for the kitties. “Soonie, Doongie, Dori, breakfast time.” You called out, hearing the pitter patter of their paws coming. Turning back to Min Jun you smiled, kissing his cheeks and setting a chair in front of his high chair. “How would my baby like some peaches, hm? Boksung-a meogeullae?” You smiled, holding a slice of peach out to him, as he made grabby hands. “My hungry boy is so smart, hm?” You giggled, eating your own breakfast, watching as he happily ate the peaches. “ Min Jun-a, boksung-a, massisseoyo? Is it yummy?” You smiled, wiping some juice from his cheeks, as he giggled and clapped his hands. Soon enough, you were both done eating and you washed the dishes, deciding today would be a good day to surprise Minho at the studio. You picked up Min Jun from his high chair and made your way up to his nursery, to change him.
Once you were in his nursery, you laid him on his changing table and changed his nappy, before picking out an outfit for him. The weather was chilly, so you went with a sweater, jeans,hat and little converse. Changing him into his outfit, you picked him up and bounced him in your arms. “Waaahhhh, my big boy. Nae agiineun jeongmal gwiyeopne,” you cooed, kissing all over his face as he giggled. Making it into your room, you sat him on your bed, so you could change–decing to wear a hoodie, jeans, converse and a vest with a hat. “Mommy needs to change ,huh? Appareul wihae yeppeo boyeoya hae.” You smiled before changing, letting Min Jun play on your phone.
Once you were changed and had a baby bag ready , you picked Min Jun up, and walked downstairs. “Let’s go see daddy, yeah? Ga-ja!” You smiled, hearing him clap and giggle. Grabbing the stroller, you set it in the kitchen, gently setting him in it and laying a blanket over him. “ Is my Junnie excited to see daddy and his uncles?!” You smiled, hearing him giggle and clap more, waving at the kitties.You grabbed your keys and made your way to the door, a giggling Min Jun kicking his feet in the stroller. Locking the door, you pushed the stroller, singing to Min Jun as you made your way to the car. “나비야 나비야.이리 날아 오너라,노랑나비 흰 나비.춤을 추며 오너라.봄바람에 꽃잎도.방긋방긋 웃으며.참새도 짹짹짹.노래하며 춤춘다.” You sang, making it to your car as you locked the stroller. Opening the back door, you gently lifted Min Jun out and set him in his car seat, buckling him in. “Can mommy have a kiss? Eomma-ga kiseu-hal su issnayo, Jun Jun?” You smiled, pinching his cheek as he puckered his lips, pressing them to yours. “ Gomawoya!” You smiled , pressing a kiss to his head, before closing the door and loading the stroller and baby bag into the trunk.
Getting into the driver's seat, you turned the ignition on, buckling your seat beat and backed out of the driveway. You started to drive, hearing min Jun giggling from his spot in his car seat. “ Is Jun Jun excited.” You smiled, making a left turn. It was only a 15 minute drive, thankfully. Continuing on your drive, you quietly sang more songs for Min Jun, as he played with his toys. Min Jun eventually ended up falling asleep, causing you to laugh to yourself. “ Sleepy boy, my sleepy Junnie.” You smiled, making another turn. 15 minutes later, you arrived at the building, spotting Minho’s car and parking next to it. Quietly, you turned the ignition off and got out. Grabbing the stroller from the trunk, you slung the baby bag over your shoulder, opening the door where Min Jun’s car seat was. “Ssssh, shh shhh, Junnie.” You cooed, gently unbuckling him and lifting him up , to set him in his car seat. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, before sliding a pacifier in his mouth. “Let’s see daddy, baby.”
Making your way inside the building, you scanned your keycard and went to the elevator. You knew they’d be on floor three–where studios and practice rooms were. So, pushing the stroller into the elevator, you push the 3 button, sliding the stroller back and forth so as to not wake Min Jun up. Smiling to yourself, you pulled your phone out, seeing a text from Minho, saying he missed you– but, boy was he in for a surprise. Humming to yourself, you waited for the elevator to ding, signaling your arrival on your desired floor. Luckily, it only took about 3 minutes. Hearing the ding, you waited for the doors to open, before you pushed the stroller out. Then you made your way down the hall, searching for them.
You could hear them before you could see them, hearing the playful bickering, laughing and chatter. You smiled and approached the door. Min Jun was still sound asleep, as you pushed the door open. “Hello?” You heard Chan and Jeongin ask , turning to see you. “Wah! Ynnie! What are you doing here?” Chan had asked pulling you into a hug. “Yah, SH! He’s sleeping.” You smiled, hugging him back. “Me and Junnie wanted to surprise Minho, though.” You smiled, hugging a smiling Jeongin who was playfully messing with Min Jun’s hands. “They're so small, so cute! But, nice to see you Ynnie! Minho hyung is in the bathroom.” He smiled, placing a kiss to the top of your head. All of a sudden, Han, Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin were racing over, to see the baby. “Hi love! How are you?” Felix smiled, side hugging you. “I’m good, Lix. Min Jun’s a handful, like his daddy.” You giggled, seeing them play with Min Jun’s hands and feet–in a cute way. Hyunjin, Han and Seungmin all greeted you, giving you hugs and the usual. “Let him wake up on his own, I don’t want a cranky baby.” You warned, seeing Min Jun wiggling in his stroller. “ Yeah we don’t either. He’s like Minho hyung, and one Minho hyung is already enough,” Han giggled. Minho was making his way out of the bathroom, confused by all the commotion. “ What’s going on? Who’s here?” He asked, seeing his members gathered around and cooing.
Then it hit him. “Wah wah, aish. Move over.” He urged, squeezing his way to press a kiss to your lips. “ Hi jagi. What brings you here?” He smiled, pulling you into his side. “ Me and Junnie wanted to surprise you,” you smiled, pecking his lips. “Waaah, my babies. Is he asleep?” All of a sudden, you heard him crying, signaling that Min Jun woke up. Hurriedly, Minho rushed and picked him up out of his stroller. “ Oh oh ooohh, ssssshhh Junnie. Appa-ga yeogi isseoyo. Uljima.” he cooed, rocking Min Jun in his arms before turning to his bandmates. “Yah! Who woke him up?” He deadpanned, as they all shook their heads, and tried to make Min Jun laugh. “ None of us! We didn’t wake him,” they all replied, as you gently put the pacifier back in his mouth. Kissing his and Minho’s cheeks you smiled. “It’s okay, my baby. Gwaenchana, ul-ji-ma.” You rubbed his back, hearing his crying die down. Minho smiled and kissed the top of Min Jun’s head, as he gripped on Minho’s shirt. “ Awww, does my baby want to dance?” He smiled, turning to sit on the floor , facing the mirror wall.
Sitting on the floor beside them, you smiled seeing Minho hold Min Jun up between his legs. “ Wah just like your daddy? Do you like dancing?” You smiled, as the others sat on the floor as well. “Wah, he really is a mini Minho,” Seungmin laughed. “Maybe, he’ll take your place hyung,” jeongin laughed. Giggling, you smiled and watched as Min Jun was bouncing on his legs. Minho laughed, “ Yah, I know he’s just like me.” He smiled as Hyunjin spoke, “ is he cranky and mean like you too?” Laughing you, flicked him on the head as Minho rolled his eyes. “ No! But he’s so smart and nice and loves cuddling his eomma and appa, right Jun Jun-ah?” Minho smiled, kissing the top of his head. Giggling, Min Jun clapped his hands. “I take that as a yes,” you and Minho smiled, as the other boys interacted with your baby. Jeongin dancing with him, Felix and Han playing peek-a-boo, Chan playing airplane,Seungmin chasing Min Jun around as he crawled.
You and Minho smiled, lovingly kissing each other. “I love you, jagi,” he smiled. Cuddling into his side, you smiled. “I love you too, yeobo.” Watching his bandmates play with Min Jun, you all decided that practice could wait. I mean, who would turn down playing with an adorable mini version of Minho. Eventually, you all ate lunch, and took a nap–yes, on the floor of the practice room. Minho cuddling you as Min Jun slept on your chest.
You made a good decision to surprise Minho that day
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🌺💖🎀Simon's Little House Wife🌺💖🎀
Gif credit goes to @poohbea
Warning ⚠️: slight body insecurities on Simon's end, female reader, reader is referred to be short like 4'11 height, reader being called wifey or lovie simon is referred to as hubby, reader having a slight belly pouch, and NSFW MINORS DON'T INTERACT
Being Simon's short little house wife who enjoys cooking and baking sweets for her hubby cause he's big and needs a the nutritional food he can get.
Simon who wasn't a big fan of sweets until he tasted a cupcake from his lovie.
Simon who can't help himself to just only one plate and will eat how ever much servings as he possibly can
Lovie who has to cook for a literal army meaning the pot that can have everyone eat the same leftovers for 5 days(I'm pretty sure we all know the pot) cause her hubby has an appetite as big as him.
The pot never really having 5 day leftovers inside but only enough for lovie and hubby to have for lunch the very next day
Lovie who make sure there is always sweets around, like cake, cupcakes, brownies, cookies, pies...just baked goods in general
Simon who starts to gain a bit of weight but doesn't know until someone tells him
Wifey who enjoys seeing the weight he put on cause it was her food that did that, and Simon is much more comfortable to cuddle with since he isn't all muscle anymore and has a nice dad bod going on
Simon who did his on base medical exam finding out he gained weight cause the doctor asked if he was bulking again (doctor was afraid he was going to go from walking brick wall to a walking tank cause he's already menacing enough)
Simon who is confused and when he really sees himself that's when he notice the weight gain
Simon who comes home and eats only a little bit of food and wifey being confused as to why that's happening
Wifey asking simon what's wrong you always EAT my cooking and that looks like a snack for you
Simon who tells her his insecurities saying he gained weight and he fears that he's no longer attractive
Lovie giving him that look before saying that she knows about the weight gain and that he's still the simon she married and that he's much more comfortable to cuddle now that he's not pure muscle, and his body heat keeps her warm at night, and it swells her with pride knowing that her food is that great and that he is getting the nourishment that he needs, and that he also eats her out like a man starved leaving no crumbs behind
So with that said simon is like I want dessert first and lovie being excited cause she made a yummy peach cobbler and Simon having to tell her not that kind of dessert but I will have me a piece of that cobbler when I'm done with you and my dinner
Lovie not being able to wait anymore goes in the living room lies down on the couch and lifts the skirt part of her dress up and removes her panties so Simon can get to eating which he does until reader has to push him away and squeeze her thighs together like she's gonna crush his skull
Simon who is content with his life
Lovie who brought in a batch of cupcakes for 141 cause it was prices birthday and it gave her and excuse to be a little baker
Soap saying that his LT's wife looks like a milf cause the sundress + belly pouch = mom bod and she also mothers the 141 and ghost reprimanding soap
141 getting a taste of lovies cupcakes and everyone telling ghost that they can see why he gained weight cause his lovie just makes really delicious food
Wifey who is like say all what you want about my hubby but I love him just the way he is, he looks even more grizzly, he knows exactly how to satisfy me and I love my walking tank he makes my size kink go brrr and he keeps me very warm when it's cold just like a bear and she just starts singing cuffing season by SZA
Simon bringing his wife in for a hug cause his wife is his hype woman and he can't get over how loving she is
141 wanting to have a wife like Simon's cause they're all jealous of the treatment simon is getting from his wife
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Save a Horse | Ethan Edwards
summary: as the bombshell of Umich, you set your sights on Ethan and don’t give up, not without a fight.
song: Cowgirls - Morgan Wallen
request: yes/no
warnings: underaged drinking, allusions to sex but nothing explicit.
word count: 1.58k
authors note: this has me thinking that a part two should be in order. Don’t usually write with such a boss reader but literally loved it. This thing took me much longer than I want to admit but I wanted the first piece since we hit 500 followers to be perfect! If you want to check out the rest of the celly you can do so here!
You surely knew what you were doing right?
The way you looked tonight in your little costume as you danced with your friends, the way your laugh lit up the room as one of the seniors tried their luck with you. The way your nose did that little scrunching thing that it does whenever you get excited that makes Ethan absolutely weak in the knees.
It should have been torture, the way your eyes lingered over Ethan throughout the night when you’d bite your lip and tilt your hat in his direction.
But the boy remained where he always was as his doubts clouded his mind, you were a total bombshell and you knew it. As a result of that though it meant you had been through the experience of sleeping with some of the hottest guys on campus. Because when you look the way you do and have no desire for a relationship, you’ll have men falling at your feet as they fight to the death to be the one in your bed.
Ethan had started to like you in freshman year, you were a sophomore and at some party when the Canadian spilt his drink on your white shirt and has he begun to panic when your black bra became obvious under the wet fabric. He thought you were going to kill him but instead you flashed him a smile and let your southern charm do it’s thing “don’t worry about it darling.” You sent him a wink as you squeezed his shoulder.
All of his friends had watched the interaction in shock as you sent those boys a salute before you walked off. The sight was amusing as all of the freshman hockey players had their mouths open as their jaws were practically on the floor.
A year on and his feelings for you didn’t let up, during hockey season when you’d see him and congratulate him for the teams wins he swore he might as well have not spoken English because you left him speechless.
You watched hockey? You watched him play? You, the absolute babe watched Ethan?
Was all that could go through his mind.
“You better not screw him over peach,” Owen sighed as he connected to the FaceTime call with you.
Owen quickly became your college bestie when you two had three classes together in freshman year. Sure Owen loved you but he also knew that Ethan’s heart wouldn’t handle it if you did what you always did.
A scoff left your lips “I’m going to his hockey game, not his wedding.” You pointed out as you continued to line your lips.
The hockey player smiled as you said that “wedding, aeh? That’s a little bit early even for you to be thinking about that.” He teased causing you to roll your eyes “now do I look cute or what?” You asked as you flipped the camera off “so sweet peach!” When Owen learnt you were from Georgia that became your nickname, why was only an answer that he knew and refused to tell you.
Ethan almost died when he saw you after game in that 73 jersey, sure he gave it to you in the hopes that you’d wear it but he never actually thought you would be in that yellow jersey and look happy about it “you played well today darling!” You cooed as you pulled him into a hug.
You might have treated Ethan like he was one of your friends, which he still didn’t know how he got himself into that position. But you wanted more from him, all of your advances seemed to either fall on deaf ears or you were starting to think he wasn’t interested in you.
Sure the chase was fun but when you don’t come back with a sliver of success after months of trying, it begins to grow boring. Which was why you had been cold to Ethan this past week. For the first time in years you were feeling stupid about a boy, something about him made you feel ready to change your normal ways and swap them in for something more stable but here he was not interested.
So as you were close to the end of winning another beer pong game Ethan couldn’t help but watch as Nick stood by your side pretending to coach you through the game. When your ball went into another cup “let’s go!” The boy cheered as he placed his hands on your shoulders.
The Canadian grew jealous as he thought about you replacing him with Nick, maybe the senior was the man who you were now talking to.
Despite the fact that you were the only thing that went through his mind. He thought you were interested in him, nobody seemed to captivate your attention in the way that he did. Yet the thing that caused his hesitation was the fact that you never stayed with a person for long once you got their attention.
You pouted your lips as you locked eyes with Ethan. His Scooby Doo jumpsuit made him feel stupid as you looked like a sight for sore eyes with your denim corset and little matching mini skirt.
Somehow despite it all he was all you wanted “I’ll be back,” you mumbled to Nick as you won the game letting yourself take a celebratory shot of vodka.
The senior smirked as he saw what caught your eye “just behave,” he warned as you placed your hands on your hips “when don’t I?” You asked as you smiled.
Ethan watched as you sauntered over to his side “I like this outfit,” you confessed as you toyed with the zipper.
It made him stutter “r-really?” His eyes went wide as he caught the sight of your breasts that were only hidden by the blue material.
You smirked as you pulled him into the kitchen with you “wanna do a shot with you,” you explained as here was your final idea to see if Ethan liked you or not.
This was the moment that if he was able to resist your advance then you’d accept your fate and lose him forever.
Members of the hockey team looked in awe as Ethan’s eyes never left your back, the way he followed you like a little lamb was something they would have teased him about if you weren’t, well you.
Ethan pulled out two shot glasses “you’re gonna drink this one,” he explained as he motioned to his favourite tequila.
You smiled as you twirled your hair through your fingers “I think you’re the one in charge now,” you mumbled as you took the cowboy hat off of your head as you placed it on his own.
He wanted to die as you let out that angelic little giggle “want to see you suck this baby,” you watched as he placed the lime on his lips letting it rest in his mouth.
You nodded as you grabbed the salt shaker from the table “gotta start it off right,” you pointed out as you forced his hand into a fist as you let the salt land on his fist.
Ethan’s breathing turned unstable as his eyes never left yours, not when you licked his hand, not as you took the shot and let your lips wrap around the glass like you would if it was his cock.
When the devilish smile formed on your face was when he finally let his eyes move, you stood on your tippy toes letting bite into the lime.
The sour taste poured into your mouth when you pulled away from him “did I do something wrong?” Ethan asked as he watched you grab the lime from his lips “thought about tasting something sweeter,” you explained as your fingers ran over the rim of your that was still on his head.
If it was the other way around you would have been pulling upstairs so that you could ride him like he was the last man you were ever going to sleep with. But since it wasn’t you tried to remain calm “think you should have worked harder for it cowgirl.” His voice was husky as he placed his hands on either side of you.
Your thighs clenched at the thought of what his fingers could do to you “been making me work for too long with no reward.” You mumbled as your lips turned into a pout.
Ethan smiled as he placed your hat back on your head “now you can really get what you want,” he ran his finger over your plump lower lip.
A groan left your lips as you didn’t know what to do “you’re a cruel man Edwards,” you grumbled as you furrowed your eyebrows “you want your reward?” He wanted to hear you beg.
To see the vulnerability that you had never shown before with anyone else “please,” you whimpered as his thumb massaged the bare skin between your skirt and your top.
The feeling caused you to gasp, it seemed like that was the moment Ethan’s self restraint was thrown out of the window as he let his lips rough up against your own mixing the taste of beer and the different liquors that you had been drinking.
His shorts grew tight as the smell of your perfume mixed with the feeling of your lips made him want to come “let’s move this to the bedroom,” he groaned as he let his lips hover over yours.
“Who’s the needy one now?”
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Chapter 10
Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader
Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,
Warnings: none!
Words: 3668
A/N: 10 chapters in!! :0 Thank you so much for all the support with this story :)) I value you a lot.
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Blushing at what the alpha said, you slurped up a bit more of the stew. There were a few greens and vegetables in it, and with quite a bit of kimchi that was cut into bite-size pieces, the meal had a strong flavour.
The broth tasted a little like seafood but was also meaty, and it was just good. You enjoyed the meal.
„Babycheeks, here have some of this. It's good for you.” Taehyung said, chopsticks already right in front of your mouth. Biting into the daikon, you let the crunchy vegetable calm your slightly burning mouth.
Humming softly, you nodded at his watchful eyes. „It's nice; thank you, Tae.” Smiling at you widely, the alpha softly patted your head.
„Is the stew too spicy, princess?” The other alpha asked, noticing how your nose scrunched up a little with every other bite. You didn't want to seem disrespectful towards them; they prepared a meal for you so nicely, and you didn't want to seem ungrateful.
Smiling a little, you were just about to shake your head before you were interrupted.
„It definitely is, isn't it, Pup?" Namjoon answered instead of you, his voice going into a more worried tone. Looking towards his eldest packmate, who sat a few seats away from him, he stood up quickly.
„Shit, I'm so sorry, baby cub. I didn't mean to make it that spicy; here, let me help, sweetie...no peaches, let alpha do it.” Jin said, bending over you and scooping up some of the kimchi pieces into one of the empty bowls lying around.
Whenever you attempted to do so too, going to dig around with your spoon to also place the pickled vegetables in the dish, your hand was gently pushed to your lap, Jin tutting at you softly.
Yoongi too stood up, and a cup held under the faucet was quickly filled with warm water. Once the other alpha stepped out of the way since he got a big part of the main spice out, the younger man poured the water into your bowl, filling it back up again.
Now it was a lot less seasoned, so it was a lot milder for you. Thanking him softly, you felt him gently rub his chin over the top of your head, caressing you lovingly.
„It's okay, kitty. Try it now; is it better?” Tasting it again, you nodded your head gratefully. It helped a lot, so you continued on, chewing on pieces of boiled onion and tofu.
„Im glad cub.” Smiling at Jin's comment, you finished up the dinner with no problems. Making light conversation with the other men about your favourite movies and such, the evening continued calmly.
Finishing the peach juice you had been so nicely poured, you let Jungkook take a hold of your palm, slowly pulling you out of your seat.
„Do you want to play a game with me, Tae, and Jimin? We have a completely new one; would you like to see, baby?” Bending over you, he ruffled up your hair before he tamed it back down and brushed it behind your ear.
„What game is it?” You asked, already walking with the alpha towards the couch. The TV was turned on, the menu shining brightly with the settings turned on.
Taking a seat on the couch next to Jimin, you watched over the two other men sitting before you. Taehyung already had a controller in his hands, smiling when he saw you. His eyes were excited.
„It's Resident Evil 7, babycheeks. It came out a few years ago, but we didn't play it yet.” Tae murmured, adjusting the brightness of the screen and the loudness.
„Yah, you know it's a horror game, Kook-ah. Let the poor thing rest; she will get scared like this. Princess, go run up to the other alphas now; this won't do you any good, baby.”
Jimin frowned at his packmates. They knew more than well how sensitive omegas can be about this stuff, especially right before bed. He didn't want you to have bad dreams.
„But hyung! We are here; it won't be that scary!” Jungkook whined, his voice loud. He wanted you to see how good he was in games, plus, this was one of the easiest ways to also show just how fearless he was.
He won't get easily startled, even with jump scares around, and that should surely impress you; he was sure of it.
„No, Jungkook, absolutely not. Come here, peaches, do you want to see the music studios we have here? You'll like them; there is a lot of interesting stuff. Here, I'll take you, sweet cub.”
Quickly shuffling over when he heard the light commotion, Jin could understand Jimin's worry. This could end very wrongly, and they were taking no chances.
Walking over from cleaning up the kitchen, the alpha picked you up easily, hands under your arms, and pulled you to his chest, securely holding you up.
Without having any time to even protest, you just complied, smiling sadly at the forced whine coming from the two youngest alphas. Resting your cheek over the wide shoulder Jin had, you let him walk towards the walkway that was to the right of the stairs.
There were quite a few rooms in the house with a lot of different purposes, but the outside heated pool was Jin's personal favourite. They had a large garden that Namjoon enjoyed taking care of so much, but the 20-meter-long pool was just perfect.
It was covered, but now it was way too cold out to go swimming. The air was icy, so there was steam coming out of their mouths whenever they were outside.
Plus, even if they did take you right now, the snow that covered everything in such a thick layer would be just too harsh on your bare skin when you were on your way back inside.
They could carry you back inside, though, the thought had the alpha rethink his decisions. They just might take you swimming some time when they all have a few free hours.
Smiling at you when you looked at him and noticing the thoughtful gaze he held, Jin knocked on the first studio doors that were in the hallway. Snuggling closer to his neck, you breathed in the soft Yasmine smell, the warmth from the alpha's chest comforting you even more.
After a few seconds, the frosted glass doors opened, and Hobi in blue light-blocking glasses appeared before you two. Immediately, when he noticed you in his older packmate's arms, he smiled widely, cooing at you.
„Aigoo, did you come to visit me, sunshine?" Chuckling, he lifted you up from Jin, holding you to his chest himself. Combing his fingers through your hair, the eldest let the smallest bit from his wrist's scent glands linger.
„I'll go finish up in the kitchen now cub, okay? Call if you need anything, peaches. Stay with Hobi for now, though.” Smiling sweetly at you, he caressed your cheeks gently. Nodding up at him, you held onto the red hoodie Hoseok was wearing.
Paired with a pair of cotton off-white loose sweatpants, he only had white socks on, comfortably clothed for the finishing touches he still had to do for one song tonight.
He and the other rapline members had a planned session tomorrow morning at BigHit with a few of the managers, so he needed to prepare some stuff for him to be able to show them.
Closing the doors after himself, the alpha whistled a tune he made into a song a few days ago, easily carrying you with only one hand and pulling the turning chair out.
Taking a seat, he placed you on his lap, letting you loop your legs through the arm rests, loosely hanging them by the sides of the chair.
Patting your lower back in a settling pattern, you rested your body fully against his chest, just breathing in his scent and presence for the moment.
There were a lot of things around the studio; the large wooden desk had a bunch of things carefully placed on it, and the two large speakers on the sides of the monitor quickly pulled your attention when you first looked over the room.
Hobi had an almost black beanbag chair on the floor, close to the entrance, that had a giant red and white SUPREME cover that moved in the breeze. Behind the pillow chair was a standing black shelf filled with many colourful dolls and statues.
Gently turning from left to right in the chair, the alpha swayed you both around.
„Hm.. do you want to listen to the song I'm working on, bub? It's almost done; I just need to fine-tune a few things.” Looking over, you let the man help you sit so you could face the big monitor yourself.
Placing a pair of big headphones over your head, he adjusted your hair so none would be caught under them, itching you. Any sounds from outside were suddenly blocked out so well that you were stunned a little.
You loved listening to music; you did it very often when creating, at school or at home, when you were walking anywhere or just in the bus; it just eased your mind a lot.
But since you didn't have much money to spend on any good headphones, you were left with a wire pair of black earbuds that sometimes just stopped working.
Still, you did use them quite often, even when they would push at your ears after a long time of wearing them, making your ears hurt a little.
You heard about the sound-blocking effect a few higher-quality headphones had, but you never had the chance to try it out yourself, so this was very new for you. You liked it a lot, though.
Hearing only the lightest sound of the man's laugh, he turned on the track, music playing in his ears. It sounded like it was being played for you live with how high quality the audio was, your lips parting slightly at that.
The song itself was awesome too; the singing was great and the rap even better. You enjoyed it a lot. When it ended, you looked over at the alpha, and your eyes widened with wonder.
Taking off the headphones for you, he placed them gently back on the desk. Looking at him immediately, you were amazed.
„What is the song called? It's so nice, Hobi! It's really soft!” You said, your voice happy and excited.
„We are naming it Take Two. I'm happy you liked it! I still need to finish some stuff off, though." He murmured, his eyes already focused on the screen again. While typing a few things on the keyboard here and there, the mouse clicking wasn't too loud for it to be annoying.
With his arms outstretched around you, you took the headphones off the desk again, looking over them. They really had a lot of nice stuff; Jin wasn't lying at all.
„The sound from these is so good..!" Not being able to hold back, you gently whispered, turning them into your hands.
Looking back down at what you were talking about, he giggled softly at you. „Is that so sunshine? They are ok, Yoongi hyung has a much better pair though. I lended mine to Namjoonie for a little bit, he lost his own somewhere. These are only for a little while.”
„He lost his headphones? Oh no, how will he make music now-” Your voice was bewildered, quickly taking your attention from the device in your hands you stared up at the alpha in shock.
„No, no. Its alright bub. It's not that big of a deal, it happens a lot.” Laughing loudly at the end of the sentence he carresed your head, gently shushing your worries.
Pulling your face to his chest, your knees went over his tights, loosely hanging by his. Gently gripping onto his hoodie, you closed your eyes for a little bit.
Rubbing your back occasionally, the alpha cuddled up to you closer, squeezing you to his body. Putting on the headphones himself, he got back to work. Breathing in your sweet scent, he felt calm.
Any nerves he felt about showing the new track to his managers he felt earlier had quickly disappeared, and so after a short while he finished up fully.
Saving all files, Hobi looked down at you, only to see you already long asleep, your breathing prolonged and calm. He smiled softly at you, finishing up on his computer before he pulled you back up in his arms again.
Stirring a little, you whined softly, having the alpha shush you quickly. Patting your lower back gently, he walked out of his studio doors, walking back over to the kitchen again.
„Hush sweet baby. It's alright, alpha's here.” He murmured, carresing the top of your head with his cheek. Entering the kitchen, he turned the lights on, noticing the loud sounds coming from the TV.
Looking over, he saw just how dark the game was and decided that just wasn't for him. Pouring himself and you a glass of cold water, he woke you up softly, helping you hold the glass while drinking.
Waking up a bit better, Hobi placed you on your feet again, brushing his fingers through your hair. Looking over at the digital clock on the wall, it read 21:49. Mumbling about how you still had to shower, you walked up the stairs slowly, hearing Hoseok call about you being careful while walking still so tiredly.
Making your way to the furthest room from the stairs, you walked in, turning on the lights. The dark, clean sheets greeted you kindly, shuffling over to the bed you went through the clothing pile Jungkook and you earlier pulled out.
Taking out your sleepwear and a fresh pair of underwear, you walked over to the adjoined doors leading to a bathroom, secluded for the guest room. It wasn't the biggest, but considering how it was all for yourself only, you were more than satisfied.
Still it was much bigger than your own you had at your apartment. Placing your clothes on the white counter top next to the sink, you stripped from your outfit you wore earlier today.
Stepping into the marble tiled shower, you pulled the glass doors after yourself, turning on the shower above you. Washing away any sweat and grime you shampooed and conditioned your hair, the strawberry scented bottles calling out your name.
You were more than sure that the alphas weren't planning on stopping spoiling you rotten any time soon. Noticing the bottles were named of an expensive brand you just shook your head slightly.
After the short shower you dried your body you pulled on your pyjama pants, the light blue and white gingham pattern matched to the blue short sleeve loose t-shirt you had with yourself.
Toweling your hair dry, you pulled open one of the drawers, the black air-dryer intimidating you a little. Taking it out, it felt much heavier than any other one you had ever held.
Walking from the now warm and steaming room, you took it with yourself, rearranging all the stuff still placed on your bed so you would be able to get comfortable later on. Walking out of your room, your bare feet slapped against the cold floors quietly.
Noticing Yoongi walking towards his room before you, you called out his name softly, pattering towards him. Turning to you immediately, the alpha watched over you as you walked to him.
„Hm? Kitty? What's wrong? Where are your socks, baby?” Taking one look at your bare feet, he could already imagine you getting a cold like this. Absolutely not.
Still, you showed him the hairdryer, your wet hair dripping a few water drops on the ground here and there.
Sighing out, he nodded before walking with you back to your room. Gosh, the things he would do for you. Even prolonging his much-wanted sleep? He was more than whipped for you already.
Closing the doors after entering, he motioned towards your bed, already looking for a plug to get the small device working.
„Hop up 'mega. Alpha will dry your hair, baby.” Taking a seat, you pulled the soft brown hoodie from Hoseok to your lap, your fist closing over the fabric softly.
Sneaking his arms around your waist, he pulled you back a little, so you were closer to him. The wire wasn't that long, after all. Turning it on, he let it be on cold air settings, gently combing your hair out with his fingers before he started drying it for you.
Minding your hairstyle, he worked well and fast. With one knee placed over the mattress, the alpha allowed you to rest your lower back fully against him.
Making quick work with it, your hair was soon dry, and the obnoxiously loud noise was turned off too. Ruffling your hair, he gently turned your face to check over the front of your hair. Satisfied with his work, Yoongi nodded softly.
„Okay kitten, all done. Here, let me help you to bed. You should go to sleep now, or you'll be tired by tomorrow, and we can't have that, sweet kitty. Come on, let's see about these covers." Unfolding them, Yoongi gently shook them out, being careful to let only the smallest bit of his scent linger.
Crawling in, you took a seat at the top of the bed, your back resting against the headboard while you watched the alpha. Gently throwing the heavy duvet over you, he patted it down, ensuring your warmth.
„Come on, kitty, settle down now. It's time to sleep, hm?” Coaxing you gently to rest down, you layed on the mattress, your head hitting the pillow softly. Rubbing your shoulder gently, he smiled at you, his gums showing.
„Do you want me to get the other alphas before you sleep, sweet baby? I'm sure they will love to tell you goodnights.” Nodding unsurely, the man left quickly. Folding the hoodie to your chest, you breathed in Jin's scent, which lingered over it just the smallest bit. It comforted you a little.
It took only a minute or two before the room's door opened up again, the packmates filling in one after another. The first to come was Taehyung, smiling widely at you.
He couldn't help but coo at how cuddly you looked, all soft under the heavy blankets, with only a bit of your face peeking out.
„Babycheeks, you are just the cutest thing possible, aren't you? You'll give me a heart attack soon like this! Hm... Babycub, sleep well tonight, okay?” His voice already went deeper than it was; even if it wasn't that late into the night, he felt a bit tired himself.
Nodding at him, you let him hold your hand for a few seconds, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, his eyes calmly looking over you.
„Okay, Taehyung-ah, let me have a bit with her now too, gosh.” Pushing him out of the way gently, you were faced with the eldest packmate. Jin too stared down at you lovingly for a few seconds before he went on to caress your cheeks and temples.
Crouching down next to the bed, he came face-to-face with you, his scent more prominent than earlier. „Sleep well, baby peaches. If the storm wakes you up, come to us right away, okay ? We will keep you secure. It could get a little scary; it's loud sometimes...”
Voicing his running throught, he soon pulled away, allowing the next man to tell you his good nights.
„My princess. Rest well tonight, hm? We will wake you up tomorrow morning, so don't worry about anything. You just sleep well, okay?” His knuckles went softly over your warmed-up cheeks, your eyes fluttering closed for a small second.
„My baby Omega, if you need anything, alpha is always close, okay? You just call, and we will be here in a second, sweet baby. Close your eyes and rest for now; don't worry about a thing.” The youngest spoke, his voice gentle and calming.
Patting over your shoulder, he too stood up after a few seconds of watching over you. They felt the need to know about your wellbeing before going to sleep themselves, so while the other men were still saying their good nights, the rest went over the room, making sure the window was tightly shut and sealed, the curtains drawn close with no chance of seeing inside.
„My sleepy sunshine. It's time for good nights now, yea? You have to sleep lots and lots, so you won't be all tired tomorrow. If you need anything, just come to one of us.” Rubbing his chin over the side of your head, Hoseok smiled brightly at how you were holding the hoodie tightly to yourself.
„Good. Keep a hold of that for me, bub.” The alpha realised how much an object you would grow attached to would keep you calm and settled, so after having that jumper around for when you had your omegadrop, he knew well that it should help with any future ones.
„Okay kitty, it's time to sleep now, yea? Be a good girl for alpha, and don't stay up. Don't be on your phone or something; just rest your eyes. You had a long day, my kitten.”
He himself yawned, feeling tired already. Running his fingers through his hair, he pulled you further into sleep with his soft words.
„My small pup. Sleep lots and lots tonight, alright? And if you wake up, come to an alpha right away, do you understand, baby cub? This is important. ...Okay, good girl. Sleep now, sweetheart. Alpha's will keep you safe.”
Pulling the duvet closer to your chin, he patted it down to make sure you'd be warm throughout the night. And so, with the heater turned on fully and a glass of water placed on your bedside table from Jin, you were soon lulled to sleep, the men all waiting to see you fully rest before they all left to go to bed themselves.
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Peaches and Cowboy
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This does take place before Jack Sloane appears in season 15
Peaches. (Y/N) only had to thank one Leroy Jethro Gibbs for that nickname. He insists it’s because she’s so sweet and kind. But, she’s pretty sure it’s because of her perfume. He calls her that only when they’re alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation.
Her head was down on her desk, with paperwork covering every inch of her desk. Gibbs was growing concerned, because she was looking paler by the hour. Once Tony headed to interrogation, Ziva was checking out a lead, and Tim was getting an update from Abby, he made his way over to her desk. That’s when he smelled her perfume, peach with just a dash of vanilla. “Hey, peaches, you feelin’ okay?” Her head instantly rose from her desk, and she sleepily responded, “Yeah, just a headache the size of Texas. I’ll be alright. Just need to drink more water.” He was still concerned, but ultimately said, “Okay, let me know if you need anything.” “Will do, hun.”
The day went by and by the end of it, she was very excited to go home, make some soup, and crawl into a warm bed. Gibbs had the same idea, but because he was still concerned, he offered to drive her home. She was hesitant at first, saying she didn’t want to be a bother. But he insisted. And she damn near fell asleep during the ride home. She was so out of it, she didn’t even notice that it wasn’t her house. It was Gibbs’ house. Fair enough, they only live a street away from each other. She only noticed something was different when the front table was in a different spot than it was in her house. He led her to the couch, and told her to make herself comfortable. As she did, he disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared a few moments later with two bowls of soup, water for her, and a beer for him. She felt a little bad that her friend was taking care of her, but ultimately felt so grateful that he cared enough about her to do so.
They ate in comfortable silence, and after finishing her soup, she started feeling incredibly exhausted. To no shock, he noticed that she was starting to fade. He took the dishes back into the kitchen, and when he returned to the living room, found her half asleep, curled up on the sofa. He gently pushed her hair away from her face, and gently laid a blanket on top of her. He whispered, “Goodnight, peaches.” She responded with a half-hearted mumble that sounded similar to, “Goodnight Jethro.” And with that, she fell into a very blissful sleep, where she dreamt of a very familiar silver-haired, steely-blue eyed man.
Cowboy. Gibbs only had (Y/N) to thank for that nickname. She calls him that only when they’re alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation. It was a slow day, the team didn’t have a case, so they took the day to catch up on paperwork. Sometime in the afternoon, they all took a break (minus one silver-haired boss), and took turns guessing what their favorite movie genres were. Lastly, it was (Y/N)’s turn. She correctly guessed that Ziva hasn’t watched a lot of movies, Tim’s favorite is action-fantasy, and that Tony’s was classic films. But Gibbs, she had a hard time figuring his out. But ultimately, she correctly guessed he likes westerns. Specifically, black and white westerns. “Yeah I see it, cowboy. It fits.” And with that, that’s how he became “cowboy”. Just with an afternoon distraction from the mind-numbing paperwork they had all been busy with all day. The rest of the day went by in a blur. They all said their goodbyes and went their separate ways for the night. Sometime in the evening, (Y/N) found herself in Gibbs’ basement, drinking bourbon out of an old glass, talking with not her boss, but her friend.
“Why’d ya guess I like westerns?” “Because, you have this air of authority about you, your house is bare besides furniture, you have an old TV, and you build boats in your basement. Plus, at night, you smell like bourbon.” “Wow.” “Yeah… it’s one of my favorite things about you.” “What is?” “Everything. It’s just so you.” He leaned over and wrapped her in a hug. She swiftly accepted his hug, and held him tight. They spent the rest of the night laughing and talking about anything and everything. Not a lot of people know, but Gibbs can be very talkative with the right person. He also smiles his beautiful, soft smile quite a lot. But only when he’s with her. Only when he’s with his “peaches”. And when she’s with her “cowboy”, the sun will never be able to outshine her smile.
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This Week in BL - Korea drops my favorite cameo ever & gives KISSES
Entirely subjective yadda yadda. Organized sorta by favs in each category.
Sept 2023 Wk 1
Ongoing Series - Thai
I Feel You Linger in the Air (Fri grey) ep 4 of 12 - Well that’s one way to find out if he’s gay, see how he reacts to reading a het sex scene out loud. Yai is flirting so hard it’s like he knows everything.
Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - Oh no! I love them. Also cohabitation trope! Also ALL the other ones: hair dry, meet in childhood... GMMTV going no frills with this one.
Hidden Agenda (Sun YT) ep 9 of 12 - Zo’s drama over Pat helping Joke flirt seems awfully manufactured. I’m losing faith in this show. Could GMMTV PLEASE hand JoongDunk a decent script?
Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 5 of 10 - Sand & Ray are the only interesting couple, and I’m pretty much only watching for them. They gonna go south fast, tho, and they're already ruined by persistent singing. Ooo. When Sand said Top "stole his ex" did he mean Boston? How gay.
Naughty Babe (Sat YT) ep 2 of 8 - The pronoun conversation had a bonkers translation but I enjoyed the actuality of it. The reasons for Yi's trickery are very convoluted soap opera. But I suppose that is the amnesia trope for you.
Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 10 of 12 - Boys. We discussed this already. No sex in onsens! I found this one dull, until the end when LLS showed up. Happy to just have him in everything. Thank you Thailand. Looks like it is a classic ep 11 DOOM next week. Who cares?
Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) 1-2 of 10 eps - The usual Thai pulp claptrap this time a reunion romances in and around a convenience store between a boy who recently quit his job and his former bestie who is now a doctor. Mostly not great acting, plot, or production but the sound is okay and no bad effects or singing (so far), so that’s something. The gay brothers have a fun relationship. It’s vampy and campy but fun. I like it but not sure anyone else would.
Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 4 of 10 - The date was cute but I still don’t like the lead or the premise (we moved into Cyrano de Bergerac territory). It’s moving slowly but it seems like we might be over the crush/stalker part of the narrative, so that’s a relief.
Crazy Handsome Rich (Sun Gaga) ep 2 of 10 - I just can’t. The sound is too weird. With punch down humor and other issues incoming I may DNF this. You’ve been warned. This ep we got to see LLS with his shirt off. Did anything else happen?
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Jun & Jun (Korea Thur Viki) ep 8fin - No wonder he is everyone’s favorite hyung, boy can read the room like no one else. I love that we got to see exactly how clingy and demanding Choi Jun was always going to be. Only Lee Jun is easy-going enough to put up with him. Also I’ve never watched a KBL with more innuendo. For Korea this was… raunchy. I gotta say had Laws of Attraction not come along, Simon might have been my favorite character of 2023.
Final thoughts on Jun and Jun:
A delightful office romance about an ex-idol who joins cubical life only to find his new boss is his first love. Others boys are sniffing around too. Operative word being "sniffing" as much of this romance involves smell. With a snappy script, enjoyable sides, a pretty as peaches cast, and descent chemistry this show made up for in style what it lacked in substance. I like fluff. I loved this. I smiled every moment I was watching. With tons of rewatch potential (especially the last few eps), my only caution is this is for fans of the BL genre only, I don’t think it’ll work for anyone else. A solid 9/10 from me. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED
I like that Korea is trying high heat, but Taiwan and Thailand are leaps and bounds better at it.
Love Class Season 2 (Korea Fri Viki) eps 9-10fin -
Omg they so cute as flirty bf. Eeeeeeee! CAMEO!!!!! My fav guest couple ever! So exciting!!!! I love that they intersected with MY Strongberry couple (Private Lessons). I’m not used to this but Holy innuendo Korea, what with Jun & Jun and now this show? It’s a bit much for my gay little heart. The final episode was entirely unnecessary, but it was fun to see them being all domestic and stuff. Maru with his dumb lettuce leaves was hilarious. I feel like I need to rewatch this one to really understand it properly, so I will likely do that soon.
Summary of Love Class 2:
3 couples form within a semester of university: 1. a hyung romance reunion of exes, one of whom has a dangerous past, 2. a friends to lovers romance, and 3. a mature student and TA one night stand + complexities (many aspects of which had me laughing). I enjoyed the characters and dialogue of this show immensely. It was a little bit more breezy and friendly than I was expecting after the first installment, Love Class. I’m not entirely sure Korea can handle multiple couples like this because it definitely felt disjointed, especially the 3rd more mature couple (also my favorite) who probably should’ve had their own series. But it was definitely fun and something different from Korea. 8/10 RECOMMENDED
Also, Korea tried to give us higher heat... that was... interesting. I mean, you tried hon...?
Kisseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 4 of 13(?) - Everyone is a sad sack this ep. Ooooo. Teach/student my favorite. We never get this one. It’s messy. I’m not sure if there is a plot. I’m not sure they’re sure if there is a plot. But I am still enjoying it.
Why R U? (Korea Wed iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 8 - Why is the Fighter character always so frustrating regardless of name or country? Ji Oh stalking his crush via IG is so relatable. He’s very first crush awkward, unsure, and sweet. They also gave a nice kiss - I love the backpack drop (kiss version of a mic drop?) I still hold that if you haven’t seen the original this might not make much sense. But I am enjoying it.
My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 4 of 8 - Oh goody, another JBL where we have to pay attention solely to what they do and not what they say.
Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - Big fat sigh.
It's Airing But...
My Universe (Sun iQIYI) ep 3 of 24 eps - I couldn't get hold of it and I'm not mad. I'm putting it on hold until distribution gets sorted, or icky get their shizz in order (like that'll happen).
Next Week Looks Like This:
Starting
9/15 You Are Mine (Taiwan Gaga) Secretary has to deal with grumpy boss.
9/15 Bump Up Business AKA Bump Up Project (Korea movie) suspected cinema release? I don't know much about what's going on. Last status update. Love story between a trainee who is about to debut and a celebrity from the same agency. Kpop boy group OnlyOneOf has signed up to star in this idol-based BL (based on a webtoon). They’ve been auditioning for this since Libido IMHO. You can watch me chronicle their BL MV series in this post. It’s from Idol Romance who will do sad but can do good kisses (Wish You, Nobleman Ryu, Once Again, Kissable Lips, Poongduck 304, Tasty Florida, Tinted With You).
Still To Come In September
9/26 I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan ????) - Adapted from the manga, childhood best friends: The cool, smart one who’s good at everything, and his average, dorky friend who struggles. Always by the other’s side, but not together in the way they truly want to be. No matter how hard they try, their hearts cannot reach each other.
9/27 Absolute Zero (Thai iQIYI) - from 2021, Studio Wabi Sabi and New Siwaj finally bring us this “time loop to prevent tragedy” romance. We don’t always get HEAs from them, so I'm on my guard.
9/27 Bon Appetit (Korea iQIYI) - from 2022, 8 eps from GoGo Studio, romance between an office worker who lives off junk food and the man next door who cooks well.
9/? Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam YouTube?)
2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).
THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS
I love him. And I love his version of this character better than Jimmy's.
I also love it when a show gets meta. (Both Why R U? Korea) Why they didn't just go for YRU? the world may never know.)
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Peaches | Jaehyun
You loved the summertime. The way the sun shines so bright, making everything look so breathtaking. The butterflies fluttering around. And all the best produce was available this time of year.
You and your husband, Jaehyun, had bought some peaches from the store a couple of days ago so that you could make some peach cobbler. You had to wait for the peaches to become ripe enough, and today they were perfect.
Jaehyun is by your side, cutting up the peaches while you start mixing all the other ingredients. Your two young children are playing tag together, running all throughout the kitchen and living room.
It's moments like this that you remember to take a step back and really appreciated the wonderful life and you Jaehyun have built together. You think back to when you two first met, being around peaches always made you reminisce.
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It was your first farmer's market visit of the season. Unfortunately, none of your friends could go with you, but you had time today, so you were determined to go. You packed a tote bag, and then another tote bag inside, just in case you needed it.
Luckily, you chose a good time to come. There was hardly a crowd around which you were very thankful for. The apples caught your attention first. Honey crisp apple were always your favorite since you were a little kid, so you had to buy some.
You start to look around at all the homemade jams they make right there at the farmer's market. Last year you had got the apricot jelly, which was amazing, so you had to buy some more. You also decided to try the strawberry jam.
The next thing that caught your attention was the peaches. Or at least you were pretty sure they were peaches. They were much pinker than what you were used to, and they looked delicious.
As your staring at said peaches, a worker comes next to you, unloading a batch of strawberries in a display.
"I've never seen peaches like this! They are so pretty." You say to the man. You weren't really the type to talk to strangers, but when you're dealing with fate, sometimes it causes you to act a little out of character.
"They taste even better! We get them all the way from Korea." The worker says.
"ohh, I have to get some!" You say as you put your tote bag back on your shoulder so you can pick out the peaches you want. As you're doing this though, he comes over to you and starts picking out the best ones for you to buy.
"Here! Half of these a ripe right now and half aren't, so you can eat some right away and have some for later." He says as he hands you them to put in your tote bag. You thank him, and carry on with your shopping, excited to try them.
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You had tried the peaches right when you got home. Of course, they were amazing, and you had to get more. Which is precisely why you found yourself at the farmer's market again, a week later.
You went at the same time, hoping you would get lucky and miss the crowd. It was a bit more crowded than last time, but still less so than normal. You head straight towards the fruits again, wasting no time, but as you get to the stand, you notice that there isn't any left.
"I'm guessing you liked them." A voice said from behind you. You turn around and see the worker from last time. You pause for a second before answering. How did you not notice how handsome he was last time?
"I did! I came back for some more, but there's no more left?"
"No, we get shipments of them every other week and they're pretty popular, so we run out fast."
"Awe no! I was really looking forward to them. But there will be more next week, right?"
"yeah!"
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You come back to the farmer's market for the third time. You were running a bit late, suddenly wanting to look nice in case you ran into him again.
Since you were later than normal, the crowd was much larger. You hoped that there would be some peaches left for you.
You were halfway to the fruits when he stopped you. "Hey!"
"Hey!" You said, happy that he remembered you again.
"I have a surprise for you." He says, as he walks away, expecting you to follow. He brings you to a back room where there is a basket of peaches. He picks them up and hands them to you.
You took them gladly. "Thank you so much for setting these aside, I was starting to get worried because of the crowd. These look so good!"
"I hand-picked the best for you." He said with a smile that showed off the prettiest dimples you had ever seen in your life.
"That's so sweet, thank you so much. I'm y/n by the way."
"I'm Jaehyun." He says as he takes the peaches out from your hands and motions for you to carry on your shopping.
You had all the groceries you needed from last week, so you head straight to the line to pay. "Wait, you're not going to get anything else?"
"Oh, no. I don't really need anything else."
"Ok." He says as he gets closer to you, "Don't tell anyone I'm doing this for you, but these peaches are on me."
"No! You've already been so nice to pick them out for me, you don't have to buy them for me!"
"Already paid for." He says with that irresistible smile of his. "Where's your car?"
You thank him about five more times as you show him to your car. He loads them in for you and you two say your goodbyes. On the way home you mentally kicked yourself for not getting his number. You weren't sure when the next time you would be able to go back to the farmer's market, but you didn't think it would be anytime soon, especially considering the amount of peaches he gave you.
When you do get home though, you unpack all the fruit and notice a small piece of paper sitting at the bottom of the basket. You open it up and all that's written on it is him name, phone number and a cute smiley face.
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The oven timer beeps, telling you that your peach cobbler is done. Jaehyun beats you to the oven and carefully pulls it out. The entire house smells of the sweet dessert. Out of nowhere your two children come running to the kitchen, impatiently asking if they can have a piece.
"It's too hot right now sweetheart, but as soon as it's ready to eat, I'll cut you a slice." Jaehyun tells your youngest.
You walk over to your husband and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Surprised by your sudden display of affection, he pulls you closer to him and gives you a big kiss.
"Imagine what are lives would have been like if I wasn't obsessed with those peaches." You said jokingly.
"We would've just found each other in a different way, you were destined to be stuck with me." Jaehyun says, giving you another sweet kiss.
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✑ greeting everyone as lunar new year enters ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿)
✿ warning/s: fluff, jealousy, slight sexual insinuation, swearing, use of chinese terms, nothing much has changed it's just chung myung with a dragon tail, starts with pbss and ends with mhdd, let me know if i missed something!
✿ character/s: chung myung/cheong myeong, g/n! reader
✿ alt. title: telltale tail
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straight and thumping on the ground impatiently. fast rhythm beat with 0.95-second intervals.
—and with that crease between his eyebrows, pout so evident in his lips, eyes boring through the side of your head. there’s no need to turn front to see the literal dragon of mount hua is displeased at the slow pace of his order shīzitóu. it’s not like you can afford to flat-out be rude to the half-huili jing server eagerly asking for more affirmations about their restaurant’s food. goodness, you’re not chung myung…
“the sauce? is it sweet enough? or perhaps you like it sticky…” the half huili jing server’s voice lowered in a purr. “..daozhang?”
you’re about to correct the server when a sarcastic, gruff voice enters the conversation. “no, they don’t like sweets that much and they prefer thin consistency sauce to sticky.”
speaking of, your companion finally spoke up. the entire time chung myung is either grunting or clicking his tongue to respond as you put out the orders on the menu. you wanted to let out a heavy sigh but held it in. he spoke up but at what cost?
chung myung tapped his palm on the table a little bit too hard. “put the shīzitóu down. that’s what i ordered.”
faced with the natural hierarchy’s top one, how could a huili jing fight against a dragon? even more to a half huili jing? with a graceful movement, the half huili jing set out the tray full of appetizing meals rich in different flavours and seasonings.
the silence was too loud despite the busy chatter heard outside the private room and so, once the sulky half huili jing strolled away, you picked up the chopstick, ready to eat. that’s how you and chung myung spent the rest of the evening with occasional banters, two unfilled cups holding beads of alcohol, and an abandoned bottle of peach baijiu in the side.
moves languidly
the elders and the youths alike have watched a certain senior-junior pair dance around with each other. be it when they are younger than they are now—the plum blossoms in winter’s seasonal bloom and summer’s jovial heat sighing at the young man finding himself to get the point across and you dodging every little thing almost nil. the terrified junior brothers betting on who will try to make a move first.
so far the winning score is on those who placed bets on chung myung’s side…
a group of junior brothers set aside their lunch once they saw the two together with the taller one carrying a box with decorative materials for the spring festival and the other having a ladder.
you propped the ladder to the wall and started climbing on it while chung myung set the box down.
“will the elder make a move?”
“shush.”
“come on, shixiong. he is right. how about we bet if the elder makes a move on them this time?” junior brother lu nodded to the oblivious pair. he pushed his lunch forward, “i’ll bet my lunch set a, elder chung myung will make a move.”
junior brother ming, the shixiong, responded dryly. “i’ll bet mine he will not.”
“i’m with brother lu!”
“shixiong, you can’t possibly think elder will not when you also saw him–”
“watch.”
“huh?” instinctively, junior brother lu inclined his head just to see you playing with the ends of the red lantern for the spring festival, let it brush to your senior’s nose as chung myung sneezed. sending you a harmless glare as you laugh loudly. elder chung myung may be directing witty remarks to you but this little junior brother lu can see the tail of the elder languidly swishing behind him.
he sighs and thinks, elder chung myung is almost never too honest and yet his tail is saying otherwise.
wiggles in excitement
a new series of tomorrow awaits as the booming fireworks line up to the dark skies, below were the firecrackers noisy and frizzled. the sect adorned in red lanterns and spring couplets can be seen hanging on the doors. the disciples of mount hua gather all around in different places; some are in the dining hall, some are burning bamboo sticks and firecrackers, laughter fills up the festive mood, and some are watching the abundant glowing light flutters seen above to the lowered ground.
a single stick fell out from the fortune shaker.
you stare at it, losing interest in picking it up as each second passes by until the black-clad swordsman nudges you with his shoulder in a bump, snickering. “will you look at that.”
you can’t believe the gods had decided to be mean to you on the eve of the spring festival. the harmonious atmosphere feels like mocking you as the fortune stick reads ‘misfortune.’
then you shove the stick back into the cylinder, shake it violently, a stick falls out and you’re miniscule away throwing away the damn fortune shaker. tsk, should’ve known it’s a sham.
chung myung clutches his stomach from too much hysterical fits as he then grabs one of your hands that was choking the cylinder. surprised at his gentle touch, chung myung easily slides his fingers between the gaps of yours as his stare pins at you with a gaze swirling playful pink billows, night light kissed skin. suddenly, peering up into him through the shadows settled by the moon feels intimate as the two of you sit on the rooftop.
“there,” he whispered. “i’m sharing half of my great fortune with you.”
you swallowed thickly, wanting to squeeze your heart to shut up.
a comical exclaim escapes out of you, shiny eyes admiring him, “gege!”
chung myung reacts to your address with a sudden burst of triumph. his tail wags frantically, displaying his excitement. hearing you calling him 'gege' has clearly delighted him, and he seems eager to engage whatever his mind is scheming.
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In A Week's Time: Elliott x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Contains: Soft sex, creampies
Summer. A scorching summer season had settled amongst the valley. Where others saw a reason to just flock to the beach and wade in the oceans or to take advantage of the museum’s better quality air conditioner, you had been excited for this season to make profits. Sure, you had made a good profit off of spring’s fresh crops what of strawberries and parsnips and bulbs of garlic all in a row; it was summer you were waiting for as well as many other farmers around. You could just imagine your crop fields full of patches of blueberries and of melons, peach and orange trees in full bloom as well as stalks of hops to keep the kegs full of aging beer (and let’s not get started about the starfruit patches to which you’ll be turning into wine by the end of their respected harvest).
You were out of bed before Elliott - which was rare as he’s used to waking with the gulls cawing horribly before the sun even rises over the ocean’s shore. The writer’s eyes prying open to see you already out the door, flowing auburn hair a mess against the soft pillow covers, sticking to his chiseled face as he watched on in confusion as you bolted out of the front door. He squinted, grumbling something under his breath about how eager you were and quickly followed behind you.
The early summer morning breeze was cool, crisp, inviting as you overlooked the expanse of your farm from your porch. The sun barely peeking over the trees of the forest bordering the outskirts of the farm, bits of orange rays poking through, and twinkling off of the iridium sprinklers littered around, scarecrows still standing tall, protecting the now empty fields of dead spring crops.
The front door opened behind you, you peered over your shoulder to see your beloved husband standing there, squinting as the sun slowly rises over the horizon and spill into the farm. You always loved how squinty-eyed he was when he wakes, hair tied back. He was always so handsome, even when he had just woken up. You giggled, remembering how he had woken up when the spring had started and you had woken early to start planting the usual plots of strawberries, parsnips, and beans. The poor man had his shirt on backwards and nearly had his shoes on the wrong feet before you helped correct him. It was always so sweet of him to wake up early with you every crop season to help you clear and plant and water with you.
“My darling?” he mumbled behind you.
“It’s summer, Elliott! Time for the biggest harvests of the year!” you proclaimed, puffing your chest out proudly.
“I’ll make coffee,” he nodded, leaving the front door open to allow your cat to slip outside and happily trot towards the barn and coop towards the south exit of your farm that leads to Marnie’s ranch.
Around midday, you had retired back to the house where Elliott was waiting, radiating with excitement. He had just come back two hours ago from Pierre’s store with many bags of seeds roped around his hands and wrists for you to start sowing. You climbed the stairs and overlooked the expanse of your farm with your husband. You both took in the tilled dirt ready to be watered after lunch. You were both excited to slowly be able to see the dull beige and browns and ochres of the farm’s soil to slowly bloom vibrant greens and pinks and blues and yellows of fresh vegetation by the end of the season.
“Tired, my darling?” he stepped inside, allowing you to pass into your home.
“Not yet,” you hummed.
“Good! I have wonderful news I’d love for you to hear,” he chimed.
“Oh? And what would that be, Elliott?”
Leading you towards the kitchen, you noticed a large, square vanilla envelope bent in a slight curve. A glass mixing bowl sat a little ways away, most likely used to press out the envelope. It was opened, the obvious tear towards the top of the envelope, the contents gently pushed back inside. What looked to be a single sheet of paper was inside.
“Do you remember the genre of book you’ve inspired me to write, my love?” Elliott hummed.
You could remember that day clearly. Nearly two seasons had passed, the end of the scorching summer was settled on the land, the valley preparing for fall. The weather had cooled just a tad, but it was enough to warrant you a trip down to the beach for a dip in the ocean. Your crops were all done for the season, every last bundle of blueberries plucked, every melon uprooted, hot peppers and tomatoes picked from every patch you had planted. You were done for the rest of the season when it had come to the farm.
But as soon as you arrived at the beach, you had immediately lost all focus upon seeing Elliott’s cabin. You had been meaning to visit, and before you could even realize it, you were knocking at his front door. The poet was surprised to see you, emerald green eyes widening in pure delight at the sight of a new visitor.
Auburn hair tied back by a vibrant green ribbon, delicate locks not long enough framed his face nicely. Sharp jawline freshly shaved, not a single hair missed nor a single blemish on his healthy tanned skin. A loose white button-up long sleeve shirt sat unbuttoned a bit on the top. His shirt had been tucked into a pair of loose black slacks. If you hadn’t been blushing at the sight of a man as handsome as Elliott, you would’ve questioned him on why he decided to dress like a pirate.
Instead, he had roped you into an elegant conversation, allowing you to step into his cabin. Enchanted with his delicate words, you soon found yourself staring at him as he looked at you, groomed dark brows pulled up slightly as he waited for your answer.
He smirked as you shook your head slightly, clearing the fog from your mind as you suddenly found yourself in an embarrassing position.
“Sorry, excuse me,” you stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.
Elliott simply chuckled softly. His silky voice filled your ears before he glanced back at you, a smile still tugging on his chiseled lips. Yoba, they looked so soft.
“It’s this awful heat. I find myself losing my words too. I was asking you your favorite genre to read.”
“Oh!” You felt your stomach tighten into even tighter knots. “I… Romance I guess. I haven’t really had a lot of time to sit down and read something proper like an actual book. Maybe a news article on my phone or something but…”
“Romance? Ah, a classic form of literature! I find myself sinking into romantic novels myself, especially during a storm.”
“Romance,” you hummed.
He pulled the single piece of thick paper from the envelope, still a little curved from its time spent in the mailbox since early this morning.
“It’s a very short notice for such big news, but I’ve been invited to do a reading tour for the book you’ve inspired me to write.”
He handed you the piece of paper.
It was from his publisher, a full schedule on the bottom of the short notice. Every day was packed with readings to signings and meetups, all scheduled for one week.
Next week.
“You’re leaving Saturday,” you noted the date stamped at the very bottom, the following Sunday being his return.
“I am. But only for one week, my radiance.” He paused for a moment, you looked up at him with wide eyes full of excitement. “Will you be alright? I’ll be gone for one week and it’s already the start of a new crop season for us-”
“Go on it! This is what you’ve wanted, yeah? I’ll be fine!”
Elliott stared at you with slight shock, soon melting into a warm smile full of absolute love.
“I’ll be here for the rest of the week, though. I’ll still be here to help water what is not covered, help with your animals.”
You nodded and looked back down at the paper in your hands. You noticed the time to leave on Saturday is missing.
“When do you leave Saturday?”
“I believe before noon.”
Elliott produced one round-trip bus ticket from the envelope. The same company that brought you here to Pelican Town a little over two years ago.
Lo and behold, he would be leaving at ten o'clock in the morning.
Elliott plucked the schedule and ticket from your hands and placed them back on the counter. He quickly replaced the empty space between your hands, he filled them with his own. Grasping them tightly with his own, he pulled you closer to him.
His hands were strong, skin soft, fingertips scarred slightly from countless papercuts he’s given himself from binge-reading new and old books on rainy days as well as spending countless and stressful days writing, editing, and rereading his work that he’ll now read to many people out there in the world. You loved how nice his hands felt, warm, but not too warm to make your hands overheat. His hands were bigger than yours, enveloping them with their strong warmth as he pulled you closer until you both were pressed flush up against each other.
You caught whiffs of him. You always loved how Elliott smelled, from his shampoo and conditioner to the subtle hints of his aftershave and cologne. Pomegranate was the main node you would get (it was really the fruit that had started your acquaintance with him when he asked if you grew them on the farm) but he would also always smell somewhat like the sea. Sea salt in the ocean breeze, fresh and alive, and inviting like the ocean on a hot summer’s day.
And looking at your husband before you, you could feel your body heat up even more. His hands slowly rising in temperature, slowly roasting your fingers and palms still a little cool from handling your iridium hoe. You swore you could feel little tingles sparking between the minute gaps between your fingers and palms, fireworks, explosions of nerves edging you both further and further closer to the end of the cliff until-
You both suddenly found yourselves suddenly tangled in each other’s limbs. Bodies pressed flush up against each other, no room between your persons. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest, stomachs with no gaps between, legs struggling to stand up properly and support each other.
Your hands snatched at the collar of Elliott’s button-up, crisp and clean with no wrinkles in sight now sat crumbled in your grasping hands. Your fingers flexing, suddenly releasing the collar to claw and crawl to his broad shoulders, snatching at the thin, soft material by the handful, pulling him closer if that was any more possible.
Elliott’s passion placed into his display of affections always seemed to catch you off guard. You knew Elliott was a passionate man the moment you met him, but as you grew to knew him and quickly fell for him, you learned that Elliott and romance went together like Gus and any event where he’s able to serve the town. Elliott always made you feel loved, always made you feel beautiful. He may look like he belongs on the front of a romance novel cover with his god-like appearance, but damn it all if he doesn’t know how to absolutely ravish you as the books would suggest.
One of Elliott’s strong hands had come to the back of your head, agile fingers gently grasping at the back of your head, fingers wrapped around your locks, locking your heads together. The other went around to behind your shoulders. He grabbed at the back of your shirt, a fistful of cloth fabric teasing him whereas he teased you with a few tugs, threatening to rip your shirt right off of your body without another thought.
It wouldn’t have been the first time he would have done that.
Elliott’s lips seemed to be made for yours. Every kiss was perfect.
Elliott softly moaned into the kiss, the swaying weight between you two nearly had your legs fumbling, nearly allowing the two of you to fall over yourselves. Elliott pulled away for just a moment, emerald green eyes gazing into yours for a brief moment, lust filling his gorgeous hues the more he looked at you, a faint pink blush dashing over his chiseled cheeks. You could feel your face heating up as well, the apples of your cheeks suddenly scorching just looking at him right here, nose to nose with your loving husband.
He had quickly pulled you into another kiss, lips tenderly pressing against yours in a passionate embrace, lulling your legs to finally be able to move towards the bedroom.
It was sloppy, your backs pressing against the walls of the short hallway connecting the living room to your shared bedroom. Elliott had you pinned to the wall at one point, your head pushed to the side, mouth open as soft mewls and moans escaping from your slick lips as Elliott sucked at the nape of your neck. His large, strong hands were squeezing your wrists, your fingers limp yet curling as you felt him pressed his clothed erection brush against your person.
You both had managed to tear yourselves from the wall, suddenly another mess of tangled arms, hands grasping in hair and snatching at clothing until Elliott’s nimble fingers had finally dipped under the bottom hem of your shirt, carefully peeling the hem up into a small curl of fabric until he could firmly grab at it with both hands. With a swift and sudden pull of his hands, you had suddenly found yourself topless in the sights of your beloved.
Flushing under his emerald gaze, Elliott had paused for a brief moment to look over your body, eyes scanning your form, lust slowly consuming his features the more he gazed at your form with fluttering eyes. Elliott hummed deep within his throat, hands coming up to cup at your shoulders. Hooking his thumbs under the straps of your bra, he delicately slid them off of the curve of your shoulders and crawled his fingers to the hooks behind your back. Your bra quickly came undone in his hands, the delicate lingerie now sliding off of your body with a tug of his agile hands and carelessly tossed over his shoulder.
The sight of your naked breasts alone was enough for Elliott to start to unravel more and more.
A coy little smirk fell upon your lips as you saw out of the corner of your eye the tenting in his pants, noting how the fabric was tightening more and more as the seconds ticked by.
“I hardly think it’s fair for you to still be dressed while you’re stripping off all of my clothes,” you pointed out.
“My dearest, I believe you’re right. How rude of me.”
Elliott had complied with your statement, but he was a little shit. Nimble fingers that had just ravaged your top and bra off of your person within just a few seconds, had plucked the top two buttons of his shirt apart at a snail’s pace; All with a devilish look in his eye as looked directly at you.
You flung yourself at him, hands grabbing the collar of his button-up and pulling his close to connect your lips once more. Elliott’s hands moved from his shirt to grip at the sides of your head firmly, sinking his fingers into the locks of your hair. Your hands fumbled down to the rest of the buttons, fingers struggling to pluck them apart one by one until you had no more to unbutton. Your fingers brushed against his bare chest and abdomen, lightly sun-kissed skin, toned generously as the lean muscle under your fingertips flexed softly at your bare touch.
Elliott shrugged his button-up off of his shoulders and tossed it aside, the hunk of material sliding against the hardwood floors.
Elliott advanced towards you, pushing you backwards until the back of your knees bumped into the lip of the bed. You stumbled back a bit, losing your balance and falling back into the mattress, your body bouncing a bit as you landed on the springy mattress. Elliott smirked, enjoying as your breasts bounced with you.
Elliott’s graceful fingers moved from your shoulders downward, fingers dancing down your body, past the curve of your breasts, and digging gently into the soft skin of your stomach until his fingers danced along the waistband of your pants. The button had suddenly slipped free and the zipper had been pulled down.
Elliott had leaned forward, you softly gasped when you felt his warm lips press gentle kisses down the center of your torso in a straight line, going from the bottom of your neck to in between the space of your breasts down to your belly button all while he had wrestled your pants out from under your rear. He worked your trousers down the length of your legs, eventually hitching them off from where they bunched up at your ankles and allowed the trousers to flop onto the floor, all while he was still trailing kisses right down your center.
He briefly looked up at you under a near curtain of auburn locks, emerald green hues amused at your heated face, wonderful lips smirking as you softly begged him to keep going.
His index fingers hooked around the delicate upper hemline of your underwear. Twisting his fingers just a bit to secure the hemline, he slowly pulled downwards, peeling your panties away from your pussy and down the length of your legs, soon joining your pants on the floor. The sight of you dripping wet, heat blooming from between your legs stirred Elliott onwards, but he remained collected; no matter how much he wished to absolutely ravage your body.
Elliott had stood up, you whined a bit as you immediately missed the feeling of his lips trailing up and down your torso, worshipping you, ravishing you with his soft kisses.
Your loving husband gripped the waistband of his own trousers and fiddled with the buckle of his leather belt. Shiny brass clicking a little at him fiddling and soon the long strip of punched leather slid out from the belt loops of his black slacks and was tossed onto your trousers pooling at his feet. You watched on in awe as he slowly dipped his hands under the waistband for just a brief second before plucking apart the button of his own pants and pulling the zipper down, revealing straining boxer-briefs.
You flushed at the outline hidden inside the confinements of his underwear. Cock straining, erect, yet tortured to be stuck into tightening underwear.
The black slacks dropped to the floor, Elliott nudging both his trousers and yours off to the side of the bed just out of the way. The matching black boxer-briefs looked awfully tight, you could only imagine the struggle Elliott was going through as he looked over your delightful form.
A few locks of auburn hair drifted out of place, some sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead while the others hung loose in his face, covering his eyes slightly. A faint blush still settled on his cheeks as he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes full of lust and desire.
“Elliott,” you cooed, your body heating up.
Your gut was coiling, heat pooling more around your pussy, your stomach feeling full of butterflies. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, feel your blood roaring with life.
You needed him inside of you now.
“My dear (Y/n), what do you need?” he purred, still eyeing you as if you were nothing else but prey.
“You,” you whimpered.
“And what do you want me to do?” he teased, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a coy smile.
“I want you to fuck me into this mattress.”
You swore you could see something snap inside of Elliott. The once calm and collected writer you called a husband seemingly snapped. You could no longer see the emerald in his eyes. The sea of lovely green now consumed by his pupils blown wide.
It was a good thing you both live on a farm, a good walking distance away from the rest of Pelican Town, otherwise, you and Elliott would be looking at many noise complaints from the rest of the town.
You watched as he snatched off his boxer-briefs, the poor man-handled fabric flung away, no longer in your line of sight.
What was in your line of sight, however, was your husband’s cock springing outwards, now free of its confinements.
You only had mere seconds to gaze at it before Elliott had pinned you to the mattress, the man hovering over you, hands pinning your shoulders to the mattress, impaling you with his cock.
A moan lodged in your throat, choking slightly as you cried out in pleasure at the tightness. Elliott gave a satisfied groan as well, broad shoulders sagging for just a mere moment to lose himself in the sea of pleasure he found himself in.
You loved how Elliott’s cock fit inside of you so perfectly, it was like to was made for you. His cock was large, thick, always stretching your tight pussy just right. Just the feeling of being stretched had you whining, clawing at the sheets by the handful. Your head rocked back into the mattress, cradled by the bunched up sheets under your head and neck. Your eyes screwed shut at the painful stretch.
Elliott moaning softly, panting against your chest. His long auburn locks had spilled across your sweaty chest, thick strands clinging to your breasts, pooling on your person for a brief moment as Elliott had dipped his head to revel in the feeling of his cock in your tight pussy.
He craned his head back up, looking down at your sweaty face, mouth wide open as you cried and mewled under him. A wild smirk spread across his lips.
He was generous enough to give you a quick second to adjust to the tight stretch before he had started to slowly piston his hips.
The back of your head curled into the sheets piled underneath you more, your throat stretching, baring more skin to him. Elliott had leaned back down again, still pistoning his hips at a slow rate to enjoy the tight feeling of your slick walls around his cock.
Your guts were knotted with lust, only wanting you to raise your hips and match him with his thrusts, meet his cock thrusting inwards with you lifting your hips up, wanting your sexes to slap together, to rock the bed and make it groan like you normally do together. You loved how wild and powerful Elliott could be in bed.
Elliott’s hands snatched at your hips, nails digging into the soft skin. You whimpered at the bite of crescent moons, loving the pain adding on to the pleasure bubbling inside of your person. Each thrust seemed to make your organs knot closer together, made the coils heat up, and tighten. Your moans only spurred him to speed up once he had given you ample time to adjust to the tightness inside of you.
Elliott had let go of your hips, favoring to trap the sides of your head by placing his hands out flat against the ruffles and rumples of the sheets now bunched under the back of your skull, careful not to snag at any of your locks. His grip on the sheets tightened, supporting him better as he rocked his hips back and forth at a great pace, pounding into you like a machine powered by pistons.
He had dipped his head down to meet your parted lips. He groaned into the cavity of your mouth, wincing and tightening his grip on the sheets as your walls had clamped down on his cock. You could hear the sheets creaking, the soft fabric stretching and compressing under the intense grip Elliott was putting it through until he had released it just a touch.
He pressed hot, open-mouth kisses all around your face. He trailed kisses along the curve of your jaw all the way back to your earlobes where he would nip and gently tug at them. He would trail a sloppy line down the curve of your neck, grazing the columns of your throat with his teeth. He definitely had produced a good amount of hickies along your neck and upper chest, so much to possibly warrant a turtleneck at the beginning of summer if you were to have made any plans of going out in public. He had even gently sunk his teeth into the soft plush of one of your breasts, enjoying the little squeaks you produced as your clawed at Elliott’s back and grabbed at his broad shoulders.
Once he had deemed he had marked you up enough, he had only continued to ramp up his pace until you suddenly choke at the speed. You gasped, feeling your passageway clamp down on him once more, your husband crying out in pleasure and tossing his head back to revel in the feelings spiking through him.
You cried out, feeling the coils inside of you tighten even more, now white-hot as the seed about to enter your womb pretty soon as your climax was fast approaching.
You caught sight of Elliott’s eyes, emerald hues still missing, lost in a sea of black. His pupils dilated, still-full blown with lust, looking as though he had captured a starless sky in his eyes.
It was hypnotic, and the thundering of your blood in your ear like war drums had only added on to the pressure building up in your core. The splitting pressure inside of you had you squeezing your eyes closed, wincing, a soft moan passing through grit teeth as a wave of painful pleasure rattled through you, only tightening the coils inside of you even more.
Elliott was unraveling as well, auburn locks falling in his face, hiding his reddened and sweaty rugged face behind the curtain of his groomed mane. His shoulders tensed, lean muscle flexing in his shoulders and biceps, veins poking against his lightly tanned skin. His thrusts had gone from fast and passionate to sporadic and sloppy, longing and yearning to finally release inside of you.
A sudden eruption of heat spilled from between your legs, a massive release of pent up pain and turned to pleasure. A lewd moan had spilled from your open mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Elliott groaned above you, riding and thrusting into your slickening pussy, only allowing him to lose himself to his gaining lust.
Your limbs suddenly felt heavy, weighed down by bones seemingly made of lead and iridium, allowing you to sink into the plush comfort of the mattress as Elliott continuously pounded into your pussy without fail. The man of many elegant words had crippled down to only guttural moans and heavy groans. He could barely make any other noises, he was too busy chasing his won climax. He huffed and puffed in your ears, shoulders shaking as he pistoned his hips back and forth like a well-oiled machine.
It had nearly been another full minute before you felt the slight twitch inside of your passageway, his cock stiffening ever so slowly in between the rushed thrusts of his hips. His thrusts were growing sloppier by the thrust, the bed groaning under the two of you as it rocked with each thrust. The two of you were a flurry of moans and lingering kisses, Elliott occasionally kissing down your jaw or sucking at your neck. Your pussy still slick with your sweet only allowed him to seemingly thrust faster inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch a bit more.
He was going to cum quickly.
His hands on either side of your head snatched at more of the rumpled bedsheets, twisting as his back arched downwards. With each thrust, there was no room left between your two persons, no air gaps between your sexes, drawing his cock nearly out of you only to slam right back into you without mercy. You swore you were drooling, trapped in the starry bliss clouding your mind, still chasing the joys of your climax as he only ravaged your pussy more and more.
The stiffer he got, the sloppier he got with his thrusts until hot milky white suddenly erupted from Elliott’s cock, the man coming with a choked shout. His shoulders curled up into his neck, head shooting back, auburn locks spilling over his broad shoulders and you milked every last drop of semen out of his cock still buried inside of you.
You cried, mewled as you felt the fullness inside of you, only to exhale as Elliott’s cock had slid right out of your passageway, his semen following quickly after to spill onto the bed.
Elliott nearly collapsed on top of your worn person, the man of elegance managing to roll himself to land right next to you. He draped one of his tanned arms over your body, the meat of his arm over your breasts so his hand could reach under your armpit, dragging you closer to his sweaty chest. You both laid there panting, hearts racing as moments ticked by, the thrill of your orgasms slowly riding down as you both looked at each other in the eye. Sweaty faces, blushed at the cheeks and noses, you both couldn’t help the small and loving smiles spreading across your faces. You both looked at each other through the messy, frizzy locks clinging to your sweaty faces. A good shower was to be put in order now, but it would have to wait.
You shivered, still feeling his hot seed spilling slowly out between your nether lips, tangling with the sheets under your person, a mess you would both clean in just a moment.
You stood there by the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive with your husband right by your side. You could tell he was nervous, he would always toy with his long locks when he was. He had even pulled his hair back and tied it to try and stop himself from fiddling with his luscious auburn locks, but he couldn’t help himself.
He was nervous, and rightfully so!
He was going to be gone for a week, reading for his adoring fans, signing autographs, meeting new and important people.
You took his hand, startling the man out of his daydream. Wide emerald eyes looking at you for a mere second before he seemingly calmed down… just a bit.
“You’ll do great out there. I promise,” you smiled. “Just breathe, remember to stay calm and you’ll do great.”
Elliott smiled warmly at you. He only wished you could come along with him, join him on this adventure he was going to have, but you had a farm to take care of, animals to raise and crops to tend to so you can help feed the town.
You had your responsibilities, and now, he did too. This would open up a lot of doors, a lot of opportunities to expand his craft, make good relationships and business partners, spread the word about his writing more and more.
He only wished he could have you by his side. After all, you were his biggest inspiration for finishing his book. This was all because of you; Because you had introduced yourself to him your first day of arriving at Pelican Town, because you took up his many requests on the wanted board in front of Pierre’s, because you had taken the time to get to know him, to give him many wonderful gifts, to give him the mermaid’s pendant… You had spoken to him nearly every day, no matter if you were covered in dirt from the farm or covered in slime and bits of dead bugs and whatever horrors you had slain in the mines, you made it your goal to befriend him, to stick your muddy boot through his cabin door and get to know him. Even now, the mermaid’s pendant sat heavily against his throat, the polished silver chain choking him with suspense as he started to worry.
What if something happened and he wasn’t here to help? What if something happened to the farm? It’s summer, storms would surely come to try and wreck the farm. What if you were caught outside? What if you were caught in the barns? What if you got hurt and he wasn’t there to help you? To protect you?
The bus had rolled down the street and stopped right in front of you both. You both eyed each other one last time before you fully turned to him, Elliott doing the same.
Now face to face with your husband, you reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace. You could feel your throat tightening up just a tad as he wrapped his strong arms around your person, a quick press of his lips against your cheekbone.
“I promise to write to you every day, my radiance,” he murmured into your ear.
“Every day?”
“Every day without fail.”
“I love you, Elliott.”
“And I love you, (Y/n).”
The doors to the bus swung open, the bus driver not even looking in your direction at first.
Elliott pulled away only to press his lips to yours. The kiss was so full of passion for how brief it had to be without keeping the bus driver and the other bus occupants waiting.
You pulled away to look him in the eyes. You could see the yearning for him to stay with you, but you both knew this was coming sooner or later.
“Be careful, yeah?”
“Of course, my dearest.”
And with that, Elliott picked up his (overstuffed) suitcase and carry-on bag and set off into the bus.
You watched on with a reassuring smile as Elliott sat down at the window facing you. You followed the bus as far down the sidewalk as you could until there was no walkway left. You watched from your spot on the sidewalk as the bus was slowly swallowed by the darkness of the tunnel, heading towards the city.
With a soft sigh, you glanced down at the mermaid pendant sitting around your neck. You gently grasped the shimmering blue twisted shell and gazed back at the tunnel.
You ignored the biting, bitter feeling bubbling in your gut, wrinkling your nose at the sensation of dread wafting around your mind, and turned to follow the trail back to your farm.
Maybe if you busied yourself with farm work and the mines and whatever foraging you could find, the week would fly by quickly and Elliott would return to you sooner than you would think.
Upon arriving at the farm, you sighed. You knew the farm felt emptier the moment you stepped foot on the land. Even as your cat brushed around your leg and trotted towards the barn and coop, you hoped time would fly by quickly.
Picking up the milking bucket and shears from the chest by your house, you followed behind your faithful kitty, attempting to busy your lonely mind with work until your beloved author returned to you.
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a/n: hi!! I'm so excited for this !! let’s pretend mat barzal is a football player and not a hockey player lmao it just didn’t make sense to put him as a hockey player but i’ve been obsessed with him lately. also i have no idea if this will turn into a 3 chapter story, i hope you like it.
Blue eyes were adorned by stars that were only shown when a certain light would appear, as if a comet was shown in plain daylight time. A starlight she could only hope to see in her dreams, was it too selfish wishing that those eyes looked at her the way she looked at them?
She was taller, her arms were long and her fingertips were always colored by the season the year was on, her lips were plump as a peach, her hair was the prettiest shade you could never aspire to have, not even with a 12 hour shift at the most expensive salon; always adorned with a small bow that would match her clothes, this time, her bow was purple, her hair was put up in a ponytail, high enough to see the last name that would eventually hers..
“You look lovely” Robin said standing up to say hello to her future daughter in-law, “You are one to talk, you look fantastic” she said smiling at her, “Taylor, hi, i love your shorts you look so sporty today” That wasn’t true ,she was wearing a white shirt and denim shorts, she would’ve worn the jersey of the quarterback, but she didn’t.
joe b sent new message:
hey Tay i don’t mean to sound rude or anything but could you please stop wearing my jersey to the games? ik this is a weird thing to ask but i don’t want Kat to feel like she has any competition or anything.
not saying she has but
you know what i mean
Taylor didn’t reply to the text, in fact she cried like a newborn baby afterwards, she was really even planning on attending the game, but she knew Joe’s mom would attend, it became a tradition to watch his games together back when they were in high school. When he transferred to LSU, she was over the moon, Joe and Taylor had been best friends since she was 16 and he was 17, they met because Taylor needed a tutor in physics, and Joe needed a few bucks, their friendship skyrocketed since.
You sat next to Robin, your eyes were watching the game but your mind was somewhere else, you came to earth after the screaming noises that you heard beside you, LSU won 23-20 over the Auburn Tigers, you came back from your trance after Robin told you to come to the field with her and Katherine. It was a horrible idea, you were planning on leaving early but you couldn’t, as you stood there on the field, you watched Katherine jump into Joe's arms, kissing him and telling him how proud she was of him, she stood awkwardly, Robin was the next one to demonstrate her happiness of the winning game to Joe. He was called into the locker rooms after hugging his mom. As they were walking back to the sidelines to wait for him, an overwhelming feeling took over you, he didn’t peek at you, not even once;
“I’m going to head out I have a huge paper due tomorrow, it was nice seeing you” You said hugging Robin as she kissed you forehead “It was so nice seeing you, any chance I have and I’m taking you back home with me” she smiled, Taylor waved goodbye to Kat and made her way to her dorm.
She were out of breath, Joe came over that night, they had been sleeping together for about 4 months now, it was a sporadic thing that happened at what she thought was the right time. Contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t love with Joe before the sex started, not even a spark was there, Taylor knew he was hot, as fuck, Joe felt the same way about her.
The night it began she was wearing jeans and a shirt that showed off her collar, as she was talking and noticed Joe’s eyes drifting from hers, he began looking at her lips and then at her breasts, he was licking his lips and she were lost in the lust that now reined in his blue eyes. “Do you want to have sex?” you thought out loud, next thing you knew Joe’s back was covered in scratches and her neck and breasts were full of hickeys. But she didn’t fall in love with him for the great sex they were having, she fell in love because he was the last thing she saw before she went to sleep and the first thing she felt around you in the morning. He was warm everytime he was near her, he always smelled so manly, so clean and made her feel at home. There was a period of time when their encounters stopped being only sex, it became aftercare that became kissing without lust, it became Taylor falling in love with him.
“Someone is blowing up you phone” she said between kisses “Don’t worry about it” he said kissing attacking her lips, it was a heated moment, but sometimes, there is a feeling in your stomach that doesn’t leave “I-I think we should stop” she said stepping away from the kiss “Are you okay?” he asked “Yeah, I just” she stuttered “I’m not in the mood” she said looking at him, he leaned back and stood up, “We can watch a movie” she said looking up at him, “No, it’s fine I have to be up early tomorrow for practice anyway” Her throat closed.
What? Since he cares so much about waking up early for practice, he has gone to practice after a rough night. She saw him leaving your dorm that night, she didn’t hear from him in the next hours, she went to bed and chose to shut your thoughts.
robin burrow:
It was so good seeing you doll. I’m leaving until Monday, I would love to treat you to brunch tomorrow. What do you say?
taylor:
hi robin!! i would love to, i was planning on going to the mall, if you want to we could go together too 🙂
And so she went, over brunch they only talked about the brunette , how she was doing and how was life back home, she missed her mom, Robin became kind of a second mom once her kid and Taylor started hanging out. She remembered the first time they met, Joe picked her up from a friends reunion and brought her home to make pumpkin pie, he had been waiting for that the whole week.She was the sweetest person ever, after going to Joe’s games the two became closer, she never had a daughter, she always said Taylor was the closest to knowing how being a girl mom would’ve been.
“Your hair got so long since the last time i saw you” Robin said looking at her, she loved spending just the two of them, there was a certain connection she could only have with her, they have known each other for a while now, 4 years sound so little but actually it felt like a lifetime together.
“Let’s take a picture to send to your mom” Robin said after about 4 hours of shopping, she took the picture, hugged her goodbye and parted ways. After driving to her dorm building, she took a shower, it was almost 4 and as much as she loved shopping with Robin, she was hard to keep up with.
Robin Burrow tagged you in a post.
Robin Burrow: Got to hang out with my daughter today! Always a fun time with this doll.
joe b sent a new message:
How did I not know my mom invited you shopping
Could’ve asked Kat to go with you guys.
The happiness she felt on her stomach dropped after those messages popped on her notification center. Like a punch in the throat.
Taylor: what’s gotten into you? Do you not like me hanging out with your mom?
joe b: All I’m saying you could’ve asked my girlfriend to go too
Girlfriend, like an uppercut that was smashed to her face.
Taylor: not my fault your mom didn’t invite her??
joe b: Whatever just
joe b: She should start hanging out with my mom, and my mom needs to let you go.
Taylor: what does that even mean??
joe b: You do realize we are not boyfriend and girlfriend right?
joe b: Like whatever happened between the both of us ended a long time ago, you don't need to play daughter in law with my mom.
Taylor: You can come pick up your stuff from my dorm, I’ll leave it outside on a box.
joe b: Good.
That night, Taylor couldn’t stop crying, she lost her best friend, and the closest thing shehad to a mother, Robin was the one who helped her choose her prom dress since her own mom was too busy criticizing how her arms looked in that dress. Joe knew that, she called him crying after the heated encounter that had just happened.
A knock on the door woke her up the next day, too lazy to get up and open she figured that if she avoided it it would go away, it did. After a whole week of what it felt, a gut wrenching feeling that would not leave her body.
What changed on Joe to make her feel this way, was she not pretty, was she not smart, was she not what he was looking for? She never told him how she felt, there was never a need for it, everyone around them knew that.
Joe can recall a moment he felt his stomach turned of happiness, it was an off-season sunday, both of them were back in Athens, Joe’s brother hosted a barbecue and Taylor was his unmentioned +1, he picked her up and as much as he tried to hide his excitement he just couldn’t, his sisters in-law always got along with her, or as much as the age gap let them, his nephews were cray for her, and she as crazy for them too, playing tag with them in the backyard while looking as is she was made of angel dust, after staring at her, a familiar voice got him out of that haze.
“You are not fooling anyone son” His father said “Fooling with what?” Joe looked at his dad and chuckled, “You are in love with her” Joe chuckled again “How many beers have you had dad?” His dad looked at him and laughed. Shortly after Joe went inside to change his shirt since the smoke was impregnating his clothes, after changing he stumbled up Taylor. “Hey, I was looking for you” she said “I gotta go but thank you so much for having me” she said half hugging Joe, he was confused “What? You’re leaving so early! We haven’t had dinner yet” “I know and I’m sorry, I promise I will make it up to you” Joe walked to the door to grab his keys, “No worries, I ordered an uber” she said putting her hands on his chest “It’s already here” she said opening the door and closing it so Joe couldn’t walk her to the car. He was confused, but he was also quick, she didn’t get in an Uber, she got into a car and was greeted by a guy he was very aware of, Mathew somehow knew a friend of a friend of a friend from Taylor, they met on a party one night, they were not dating, she thought he was cute but didn’t felt like the one she was looking for.
Joe held onto that memory for the longest time,he didn’t know who the guy in the car was, couldn’t see his face, he felt bad about her leaving him and his family to see some other guy. But he couldn’t complain, he had done that two or three times, maybe more, using football as an excuse to not go with her to the movies or shopping. Mat and Taylor stopped seeing each other afterwards, he was a quarterback for Michingan and was insanely gorgeous, also one of the best in the league, LSU and Michigan played against each other on the season, and that’s when Joe knew who he was, he told some of the defense guys to tackled him harder, later that night, after the win Taylor was wrapped around Joe’s arms, He won both matchups that day.
Tired from her pity party, she decided to go out that night, her girlfriends were more than happy to go and have a nice dinner as long as it meant to dress up cute. They laughed so hard that night and took a bunch of pictures, she posted one to her story and went to bed that night.
barzal97: You are drop dead gorgeous.
barzal97: I’m playing LSU next weekend, wanna come?
And she did, wearing Michigan gear, sitting with Mat’s friends and having a great time. There was no point in going to the game and being on the other side if Joe wasn’t willing to be nice to her, LSU won 21-17 that night. But she was more than happy to see Mat.
After the game, Joe went to see his family and girlfriend, realizing a short brown eyed was missing, “Hey Mom, did Taylor come?” he asked her very quietly “I don't know honey, she didn’t sit with us, maybe she was in the stands” Robin half smiled at Joe, he knew she wasn’t there after all he wouldn’t blame her. Later that night, Joe found out she was sitting on Michigan’s side after a text from one of his friends. He was so mad and so heartbroken at the same time.
joe b: Really? Wearing Barzal’s gear, that’s low even for you.
He regretted sending that text and as much as he tried to deleted it, Taylor already saw it,
taylor: What is your problem dude? You’ve been acting like a dick lately.
taylor: you were the one who told me to stop hanging out with your mom, now that I’ve done that, ur pissed off about it give me a break you big baby.
Stop hanging out with my mom doesn’t equate to wearing someone else’s jersey, Joe thought to himself.
joe b: Tell your little boyfriend that he will always lose you to me, I had you first.
joe b: I’m sorry tay i shouldn’t have said that.
The last message didn’t go through.
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Hey I want to ask you if you could a mk x reader but reader is a bunny demon please and thank you. PS:( go ham on it )
You got it! I wasn’t sure what pronouns you wanted so I made it gender-neutral! There was also another request someone wanted with MK x nice demon reader. So we doing both my babies!!!!!!
Also side note: this is probably around season 1 or 2.
MK and Wukong were training currently, the mountains were shaking as blows were exchanged. MK was thoroughly enjoying it, but was relieved when it was time to take a break.
As the two sat at the base of one of the giant peach trees, MK was startled to hear a voice nearby. "Hey! Wukong! I got that artifact for you."
Wukong shot up and rushed over to what MK saw was a brown and white spotted bunny demon. As the Monkey King and bunny demon chatted about the artifact and catching up with one another, MK sat there, trying to figure out why this demon looked so familiar. He could've sworn that Tang told them about a demon who looked similar.
"So, this is the Monkie Kid? Your successor, Wukong?" The bunny asked, walking over to MK with a curious look in their eyes.
"Yup! The one and only!" Wukong said, puffing his chest with pride.
"Well, I am Y/n. Nice to meet you MK." They said, holding out a hand to MK. MK placed their hand in Y/n's and noted how soft their hand felt. He wasn't sure if that was because they were a bunny or if they were just that perfect. Maybe both!
"Nice to meet ya! How do you two know each other?" MK asked, pointing between the pair.
Y/n looked over at Wukong with a half-convincing glare. "Yeah, Wukong. How do we know each other?"
"Oh, psh! Come on, Y/n! It wasn't as bad as you think!"
"You broke into my garden and ate all of the fruit I was growing. It was pretty bad." Y/n reminded him, pinching the bridge of their nose.
"I wouldn't say all of them."
"All of them, Wukong."
Meanwhile, as the pair were bickering, MK was still trying to decipher why this demon looked so familiar to them.
But then it clicked.
MK gasped loudly and leaned in close to Y/n as he cheered out, "You're the Future-Seeking Bunny Demon, Y/n, L/n!!!!"
They were blown away. The Future-Seeking Bunny Demon, Y/n L/n was famed in all of the stories Tang had told MK because they were known to be able to see the future. There were rumors about how much of the future Y/n could see and the level of power they had. But MK was so excited they actually met yet another famous demon!
Y/n laughed, booping MK’s nose. "Yup. That's me."
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From then on, Y/n made it a habit to drop by Flower Fruit Mountain to visit MK. They made it a big point especially to come by when MK and Wukong were training, much to Wukong’s chagrin. Wukong and Y/n were not at all on bad terms per say. How-in-is-the-ever, that didn’t make it any less annoying when Y/n would distract MK during training by making silly faces and shouting dumb jokes to make MK laugh, throwing them off his game.
But no matter how many times Wukong attempted to shoo Y/n out of training sessions, his efforts proved to be futile. Not that Y/n or MK were complaining. It was funny to the pair when Wukong tried to kick Y/n out of the area. Instead, they would leave the vicinity and go to another part of the mountain. Y/n would then wait for MK to finish training and he would come find Y/n.
This routine kept up for a good while. It was honestly kind of a tradition by the dozenth time or so. The more MK spent time around Y/n, however, the more they grew to notice the little details about Y/n.
Like the way their small, fluffy tail would wag and their eyes would sparkle when they saw MK. Or the way their ears looked so gosh darn soft. The way their fur looked so smooth and clean.
Y/n was so kind and generous to MK. Sometimes when the two of them were hanging out, Y/n would tell MK that Pigsy was going to get a huge wave of customers soon and that they would be needed to make deliveries. Or if a demon was going to try and attack the city and when and where it would happen. Other times, Y/n would bring snacks for MK to have after training. One time, Y/n even made a small card for MK one day when he was feeling a bit down. When asked how they knew that he was feeling low, Y/n just said, “I saw a premonition when I was sleeping.”
In the beginning, MK tried to take it slow with the questions about Y/n’s powers and themself in general. The last thing MK wanted was to scare Y/n off with pestering, but Y/n always tried to assure MK that they wouldn’t mind at all.
Currently, the pair were sitting on a picnic blanket, eating some assorted fruits and (favorite flavor of bread) that Y/n baked. And, after a lot of time gathering the courage, MK finally asked, “Sooo, how do your powers work?”
Without missing a beat and without any hint of annoyance, Y/n answered with a smile. “I normally get flashes or visions of the future. I can’t normally see into the future willy-nilly without a lot of concentration and power-draining. But I’ve been working on paying attention when I do get visions in the past few decades. I get a fuller picture when I am sleeping, though.”
“Really??”
“Yeah, no idea why though.”
MK hesitated with their next question, but asked it anyway with as little stuttering as humanly possible. “S-So do you get a lot of visions?”
“Not super often, no. Why?” Y/n asked, one of their ears bending down as their head tilted to the side. MK had to fight so hard not to scream at how PERFECT Y/n looked like that.
“Wellllll, I mean, you get a lot of visions when we hang out.”
“Hm? Oh, that’s just because I make myself see into the future for you.”
“What? But you literally just said that that takes a lot of concentration and that it drains your power!”
“Yeah, and?”
MK spat out a few sounds that weren’t even syllables, let alone words or sentences. But after a quick brain-reboot, they got something out.
“Why the HECKIE would you waste that for me?! I mean, you said it takes a lot of concentration and stuff and you could use that for something else, like if Monkey King was going to eat from your garden! Or something! ANYTHING! But you do all that for ME!?” MK had officially started rambling and babbling, but not in an excited way like he normally did when they talked to Y/n. It was in an anxious way. Maybe even upset…???
Y/n rolled their eyes and grabbed a orange slice, shoving it into MK’s mouth. As he choked the slice down, Y/n put a soft paw on MK’s shoulder, looking into his eyes with genuine care and… almost love? “MK, time nor energy spent on you is a waste. I don’t mind using some concentration and effort to make your life a little easier. Ok, MK?”
MK nodded. Despite his insecurities, it would be a lie if they were to say he wasn’t touched at all by the soft words.
Soft words.
Soft. Words.
Soft. Paws…
Y/n HAD to have read MK’s mind in that singular moment. Because they moved their paw from MK’s shoulder down to their hand. MK was positive that with those giant ears, that Y/n heard how hard and fast his heart was beating, but luckily Y/n made no comment on that matter.
MK refused to make eye contact in that moment, as they knew that if they did, he would 100% without a doubt kiss Y/n. Over the time that the pair have spent getting to know each other, MK could barely keep themself from staring at Y/n’s lips for too long. And now that they said all those kind things to him, MK knew that the chances of resisting the urge to kiss them would be slim to negative numbers.
But Y/n seemed oblivious to this crisis going on in their best friends mind and pulled MK’s face up to look at them. “Are you alright, MK?”
In that moment, the self-control snapped and MK couldn’t keep the emotions at bay anymore. They shot forward and hugged Y/n as though they were a life-line. He whispered out a few words that would completely change the relationship between the pair.
“I love you. You’re so perfect.”
“…I love you too, you little noodle-dork.” Y/n said with a laugh and big dopey grin.
MK felt a grin of his own grow bigger and bigger by the second. When they pulled away from the hug, Y/n leaned forward and kissed him. MK was blown away by how incredibly soft Y/n’s lips were. The first moment, the kiss was gentle, almost timid of sorts. But MK gave the wheel over to their instincts, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Y/n responded by tangling their hands in MK’s hair, pulling a little bit.
“…Uh, do you guys HAVE to do this on MY mountain?” A certain King’s voice spoke, breaking up the silence and the moment.
“SUN WUKONG!” Y/n shrieked. Wukong giggled, running away as the bunny demon chased after him.
MK just let loose an airy laugh before running after Y/n to stop them from murdering his mentor.
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A/N: Consider this as a thank you because recently I just hit 1500+ followers! Please enjoy!
“Do I really need to join you for this episode Jiwoo?” You ask your girlfriend Kim Jiwoo as she’s dragging you inside a studio for a shooting of ChuuCanDoit. “Yes oppa! Trust me, you’ll like this episode!” You roll your eyes as it’s late in the afternoon, you were really hoping to get some barbecue tonight.
As you enter the studio, you did notice that Jiwoo is wearing quite a long trench coat. It’s not raining and it’s not cold enough for this kind of attire, what could she be up to?
“Jiwoo-ah, what’s with the get up? Are you going to interrogate someone?” You chuckle as Jiwoo just looks back at you with her usual big smile. “It’s a surprise!” You didn’t know what to feel, whether to be terrified what might come next or feel excited.
“And we’re here!” Jiwoo pushes open the door leading to an open dance studio, but something has caught your eye. You would never imagine in a million years that this is what Jiwoo would be doing.
Pole dancing.
“Jiwoo, I thought this season is about… Exercising?” Jiwoo walks to the wall with a coat hanger and looks over at you with a smirk. “It is! A lot of core exercises!” Jiwoo then pulls off her coat exposing her body, wearing only a bright blue yoga short and a tight white Adidas tank top. Her pale skin is at its maximum exposure, you don’t even think Jiwoo is wearing a bra under the tank top.
“J-J-Jiwoo?” You were flabbergasted, astonished, and, shocked. You lost all thoughts, your mind came to a blank, lost as ever when Jiwoo started walking towards you. You watched as each step she took, the more her white, thick and milky thighs would jiggle, ever since leaving BBC and working out more for CCDI, Jiwoo has been looking much healthier, much tastier.
The closer she got, the better look you get. You can confirm that Jiwoo is definitely not wearing… Breast support as her cute little titties are bouncing freely underneath her top. Now being so fixated on her chest, you notice her nipples are started to erect do to being exposed to colder air than being warm underneath her jacket.
“Hey! My eyes are up here!” Jiwoo points to her eyes with one hand, then taking the tripod bag off you with her other hand, with of course her large smile. “What are you up to?” Jiwoo opens the bag to stand a tripod up and attaching a single camera that Jiwoo carried with her. “I told you, it’s to record a special episode of ChuuCanDoIt!”
You shrug as you take your jacket off and hang it up next to hers, then finding somewhere to sit but only to find there’s a single seat in the room and that’s generally behind the camera, the best view to watch Jiwoo as she can make eye contact with you.
Jiwoo walks over to the windows and undo the blinds, covering the view outside and to keep the following event inside for you and your eyes only. The one smiling and happy peach, the Jiwoo that the world knows as Chuu, has completely changed. “Time for our lesson.” Jiwoo slowly walks towards the pole with a smirk, keeping eye contact with you.
You swallowed all the saliva that was pooled in your mouth, ever so often you see Jiwoo act like this, and it never fails to make you salivate. “Now let’s get started on some of the basics. I saw this online while researching.” Jiwoo then grabs the pole a feet inches taller than her height, then slight hopping up for her leg to wrap around it so she could hold herself up.
“Oppa! Look! I’m on a pole!” Jiwoo giggles as she starts spinning herself around the pole. You couldn’t help yourself but chuckle at her excitement, but that changed like a flip of a switch. Jiwoo’s giggles have disappeared and became a focused although seductive glare. The now to be pole dancer has brought her other hand to the pole so now she’s fully faced at the pole.
You watch Jiwoo bring her other leg forward resulting in her leaning back, leaning quite back. Jiwoo’s back was facing you which in turn, the more she leans back, the more cleavage gets more exposed towards you. Jiwoo releases the pole from her leg’s grasp, and gently letting herself slip in towards the pole, making contact with the lips in between her thighs.
“Ahhh…”
The coldness of the pole has made contact making Jiwoo a smidge sensitive, while you also start becoming “sensitive.” Jiwoo tightens her grip around the pole with her thighs, her squeals grow louder the more she rubs herself around the pole.
You feel your pants starting to tighten up, oh how you want to pin Jiwoo to the floor right now and ruin her tight pussy, but instead you sat there quietly trying to hold yourself. “Wooo, I’m getting dizzy.” You can see Jiwoo loosen her grip around the pole in between her thighs, she starts sliding down, slowly.
Very slowly.
“Mmmmmm… Ahh…” You can see the pole where Jiwoo was holding herself to is glistening a little more than before. “Oo… It seems I glazed the pole…” You watched her slowly land on the floor; she slowly pulls one of her hands away to see that she’s touched the sticky residue. “Oh, it’s become sticky.” She says while spreading her fingers slowly to watch the residue spread in between.
“I wonder…” To your surprise, Jiwoo slips in her index finger in her mouth, sucking on it and making a small popping noise once she pulls out of her mouth. “That was good, do you want to see me try more?” Jiwoo directs her eyes towards you with a little smirk, while her finger is being slightly bitten between her teeth.
You nod your head to let Jiwoo know that you want her to continue, and so, she does. “I need more flavour.” Jiwoo then brings her hand down to an emerging wet spot of her shorts, she moans at the slightest touch from herself, if it were you, she would be on the table already getting her ass blasted.
Jiwoo digs in a little, trying to scoop up more of the juices out of her now juicing pussy. “Ahhh... I hope I’m getting a lot…” Jiwoo then sucks on her middle and ring fingers, as those were the main fingers she used. You then started biting your bottom lip, getting quite anxious as you don’t know if you can pull your pants down and start stroking.
“Are you getting horny oppa?” Jiwoo then lays back on the floor, raising both her knees up, feet planted on the floor. “Take off your pants.” Jiwoo commands you before she started massaging her small breast through that thin tank top she decided to wear today, you guess that’s why Jiwoo isn’t wearing a bra.
Convenience.
With question or retorts, you pull your pants and underwear together in one go, flinging your manhood out in the brisk air of the room. “Aw, yeah… That’s right…” Jiwoo proceeds to lift her shirt up, exposing one of her boobs, all for the camera in front to record. “Start stroking.” Her wish is your command.
You started stroking for the amusement of Jiwoo. The once innocent peach has changed to one that’s beginning to ripen and squirt it’s juices out, all for you to watch. The now horned up peach laying on the floor, is pinching her bare nipple, slowly rubbing her clothed folds along the pole that she’s still very much attached to.
Jiwoo’s moans grow stronger as she continued watching you stroke yourself, every minute or see to tell you to do it either faster or slower. You can see from her strokes along the pole is getting stronger, deeper even.
“Fuck… Ah… Oppa, you look so- Ha- Hot…” Jiwoo adds her free hand, rubbing her clit still outside of her shorts, it has come to your attention she isn’t wearing underwear either. “Ah, yes! Yes! There!” Jiwoo stimulating herself from her clit and the pole at the same time, pinching her nipple harder than ever.
And in one loud scream, the small wet stain in between her thighs has now made her short in a giant piece of wet fabric. “Ah fuck… That was… Great…” Jiwoo’s body now rests on the floor with her lower half in a pool of her liquids. You were still hard as a rock, stroking yourself to the mess on the floor.
“I don’t think that was- Ha- Enough for an episode.” Jiwoo catches her breathe for a moment before sitting up, moving away from the pole for a second. “Let’s make this easier now.” She stands up, grabbing the hem of her shorts to only pull them down and get thrown to the side. “It’s laundry day anyways.”
You watched the shorts hit the floor; a loud wet slap was all that was heard from the drenched pair of shorts. You move your sights back to Jiwoo who’s now on all fours, moving back up into the pole. “Is she really going back to masturbating on the pole?” Is what you thought before her now expose pussy lips make contact with the assuming cold metal.
You watch Jiwoo bring her peach up in the air, the folds in between her legs, her thighs, envelop part of the pole. There were signs of hunger in her that you never seen before, a level of horniess that never had been reached before, a whole new version of Jiwoo that no one outside of you would never ever see.
Jiwoo’s face falls on the floor, pleasure can be seen from the expressions on her face, she’s enjoying this just as much as you are. Her face turns into a beet red, you can feel the room warming up with all the heat coming off of Jiwoo. You continue stroking for Jiwoo to watch as she started to stimulate her clit while feeling herself onto the pole and the other hand grabbing her left breast, massaging it and rubbing her nipples.
“Oh, fuck Wooming.”
You felt a sudden urge in yourself watching Jiwoo make herself in a hot fucking mess on the floor, but you felt like something was missing. “What’s wrong oppa?” Jiwoo stopped her actions, slowly moving away from the pole. You were confused why she’s stopped, but Jiwoo slowly approaches you on all fours with a smirk on her face.
“I bet you need help, you can’t do it by yourself.” Jiwoo’s voice was low, stimulating and in a sultry tone that you don’t hear so often. “Does baby need help?” She asks as she crawls in front of you, now her arms on top of your lap, resting her head on her arms as she stares and holds onto your cock.
“It looks so good… It feels so hard… I wonder how it’ll feel inside me.” Jiwoo’s expression changed from wondering to a large smile. “Tell me, does baby need help?” She begins to stroke your cock for you, waiting for your reply. “I need help Wooming.” But she doesn’t do anything, just continuing slowly, long strokes. “What was that?”
“Baby needs help.”
And with that, Jiwoo acts. She straightens herself up and places both hands on each of your thighs, leaning closer to your crotch, kissing your little head then spitting on it. “Let me take care of baby.” A smirk is seen on her face while she rubs her mouth made lubricant around your forever erected cock, but that smirk goes away in a snap of a finger due to Jiwoo swallowing up your piece in her mouth.
Your moan reaches an all time high, never had Jiwoo ever deep throated you before. It turns you on harder and harder hearing Jiwoo gagging due to you inside of her mouth, in a moment she pulls out to take a breath but goes immediately back in, sucking you off the best she can. Her tongue making laps around and around the tip of the head.
Her hand jerking you off while you’re still inside her mouth. You felt a sensation coming, a familiar feeling, you were going to bust.
“Jiwoo! I’m going to-”
Jiwoo stops and let’s go, stopping the process of the nut. “What the fuck!? Jiwoo, why?!” You were mad, confused, you felt like you got the biggest blue ball ever until…
Jiwoo is back on all fours, ass facing you and a pleading face looking back at you.
“Can baby fuck me?”
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(JOHN 16:24)
by jinjjasyuga
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 0 words
Summary: Andrew asked so he received. (Literally.)
You Know I'm Good On My Own
by sambutwithbooks
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Gen // 4568 words
Summary: Andrew breaks his arm two games into the season and it feels a little bit like Neil’s world snaps with it. (A snapshot of Neil and Andrew between Andrew coming home from the hospital and going back home to Palmetto State.) ------- Written for the AFTG Then & Now Fest prompt from alecgo: Andrew breaks his arm. They deal with everything that follows.
10 Times We Fell a Little More in Love with Kevin Day
by gleefulfoxes
Kevin Day
Gen // 2897 words
Summary: Ten times Kevin Day stole our hearts and earned his rightful place as the internet's jock bf
Hold Me Like a Knife
by Moondal
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 1068 words
Summary: What touch Andrew can tolerate he has wrestled from the minefield of his past, fought a one-man guerilla war against long-gone ghosts. The ground he has gained for himself is massive as is. He can stay within known spaces and be safe. And yet. - Thoughts on touch and an exploration of new intimacy.
nocturnal animals
by animediac
Abby Winfield, Betsy Dobson, Gen
Gen // 11621 words
Summary: “He was an addict,” Taylor says roughly, turning away to unplug the blender. “He wouldn’t accept help and he didn’t care who he hurt with it by the end.” “He was our brother,” Abby says, sadly. “I know,” Taylor tells her. “That was the worst part."" — Memory takes the graveyard shift. Abby Winfield works nights.
Peaches and Cream
by Random2002
Aaron Minyard, Katelyn
Explicit // 7119 words
Summary: It's certainly well known that Aaron Minyard was head over heels for his girlfriend, Katelyn. In fact, when they are inspired one evening to try something new in the bedroom he's all for giving it a shot even though he's nervous. Who knows, maybe he'll discover something new about himself? Or: Aaron gets Pegged
Reaching Out
by TogeMythia
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 6154 words
Summary: ‘What are you thinking about getting?’ Neil smiled as he propped his chin in his hands. Andrew sat himself back against the leather of the booth and gestured to his chest. For a moment Neil didn't understand, but then the realization hit him all at once. ‘Oh.’ - or Andrew gets his nipples pierced
Invisible Smoke
by ScornedEthnographer
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Mature // 1233 words
Summary: Smoking was one of the very few things in Andrew’s life that he could count as his. One of the very few constants that he allowed himself to rely on, to expect, to trust. It came from years of repetition, the same billowing taste of acrid smoke on his tongue, the stale stinging in his lungs. It was the same, over and over and over again. It was a rare constant. One of the ""few and far between”s. Unusual. Uncommon. Peculiar. But not the only one.
Quit Horsin’ Around
by JosenlovesMinyard
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 2486 words
Summary: Kevin persuades the Foxes to take part in a trail ride whilst staying at the cabin. Neil finds it a lot more enjoyable than he thought he would.
Victory Lap
by justadreamfox
Kevin Day, Jeremy Knox
Explicit // 7665 words
Summary: Kevin gets two things he's always wanted: Olympic gold and Jeremy Knox.
Truck driver POV
by Habakos
Neil Josten
Gen // Art
Summary: First truck driver that lets Neil tag along at the gas station
on the cusp of getting it right
by orionauriga
Aaron Minyard, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 11145 words
Summary: “So,” Neil begins, with a smirk that informs Aaron in the space of one syllable that his mood is about to take a running leap out the car window and splatter gorily across the interstate. “Is it true that you don’t have a license?” -- Andrew teaches Aaron to drive. It goes...about how you would expect.
The Golden Pipe Dream
by Gforce
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Kevin Day
Gen // 8564 words
Summary: Neil, Andrew, and Kevin compete in the 2012 Summer Olympics.
Last Straw
by mrskrementz
Neil Josten, Mary Hatford
Teen // 3478 words
Summary: What happened in the Wesninksi household in the week leading up to Mary taking Nathaniel on the run? A look at the pre-canon events from Mary's POV
Goner
by gus_47
Kevin Day, Aaron Minyard
Mature // 4871 words
Summary: Aaron is the first to notice that Kevin’s alcoholism is an actual problem. He’s an addict, too — he never misses the signs.
I hate you
by itsdill01
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Mature // 1233 words
Summary: Andrew finds out about Nicky’s sexual assault on Neil.
Trials and Tribulations of Wrangling Foxes
by HalfpintPeach
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Gen
Gen // 8419 words
Summary: When the girls graduate, Neil is standing on his own as Captain of the Palmetto State Foxes.
I find you a little distracting
by lazarusthefirst
Neil Josten, Kevin Day
Explicit // 6562 words
Summary: Kev and Neil fuck on the foxhole court
Weight Bearing
by Justthislazy
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 4385 words
Summary: Prompt: Andrew is Strong He carries Neil around and Neil is not ok. Can lead to NSFW but mainly I just want Neil being flustered about how strong Andrew is.
probably be fine
by foodforthot1
Allison Reynolds, Renee Walker
Explicit // 8978 words
Summary: Once they go pro, Renee and Allison end up on the same team. Now that they’ve made it out of the college/mafia drama, they can finally stop denying the spark between them
Andrew Minyard has no problem carrying around Neil Josten
by emry_stars
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Gen // words
Summary: Three images (two full/one chibi style) of Andrew carrying Neil in various situations. One image (chibi) of Neil attempting to pick up Andrew
in the middle
by stabbyfoxandrew
Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, Kevin Day
Explicit // 9900 words
Summary: After a night of drinking has them talking about sex, Andrew reveals that his biggest fantasy is taking Neil and Kevin at the same time. They're both surprised, but very willing to make it happen. Andrew just has to decide if he likes the idea now that it's out of his head. [Set ten years post canon. Kandreil are married and living together and sooo in love.]
Buzz cut season
by H_bee69
Neil Josten, Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick
Teen // 2192 words
Summary: Neil's bored but Nicky and Aaron keep him company
Complexity of the aftermath
by tathatisbrightassun
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Allison Reynolds, Kevin Day, Dan Wilds, Matt Boyd, Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick, Renee Walker, Betsy Dobson, David Wymack
Gen // 6545 words
Summary: Betsy didn’t know what to say. When David called her after the holidays and said that some of the foxes would require an extra session with her she got a bit concerned. However, when every single fox, including Neil, booked a session, she had only one question in mind. What the actual fuck happened in Baltimore? Betsy learns about Baltimore events and she has thoughts.
Dream clouds, ghost ground (I’ve been looking at the sky to show me where I went wrong)
by Ateiluj
Gen
Mature // 11457 words
Summary: Cass Spear deals with her son’s death, the truths that it reveals, and how it all reshapes her past with Andrew.
The Foxes go to Disneyland
by KittKatAttack
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Dan Wilds, Matt Boyd, Nicky Hemmick, Kevin Day, Aaron Minyard, Allison Reynolds, Renee Walker, Katelyn, Erik Klose
Gen // 1547 words
Summary: The foxes go to Disneyland and chaos ensues
Give, Bequeath & Devise
by the_greater_grief
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 2502 words
Summary: Neil inherits the Baltimore house.
worth it
by mostly_maudlin
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 1960 words
Summary: ""What makes you think I want you fighting on my behalf?” Andrew asks. Neil pulls the ice pack from his face, features tightening with a new spark of anger. “What makes you think I care if you want me to?” he asks. “It’s my choice. And I will always choose to fight for you.”
Andreil Marriage
by TeoMoy
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Gen // words
Summary: Andrew and Neil getting married in the woods, with Wymack officiating and the foxes there.
right here every day
by rwnjun
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Mature // 8855 words
Summary: Neil's new cat does not like Andrew.
i needed someone i could run to
by seasy33
Kevin Day, David Wymack
Teen // 8608 words
Summary: The idea of a father didn't occur to Kevin until after his mother died. The story about a letter, and the terrifying ordeal of finding your family.
The Later Parade
by hourafterhour
Kevin Day, Jean Moreau
Mature // 41152 words
Summary: No such thing as a bad pass to Kevin Day.
andrew gets his nips pierced
by maddervanilla
Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten
Mature // words
Summary:
What Makes a Family
by Aquared46
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 9671 words
Summary: Post-Baltimore, the Foxes take a vacation in the mountains. During that time, the Foxes get to know Neil better, and Neil gets to know himself better too. OR 8 times Neil is taken care of by his teammates and +1 time Neil learns what it means to take care of himself.
Andrew Doe, Juvenile Delinquent (Art)
by WymackAndCheese
Andrew Minyard
Teen // 0 words
Summary: Digital illustration of Andrew Minyard in a Juvenile Detention Center, pre-The Foxhole Court
Mind over Matt-er
by Twolipsliterature
Dan Wilds, Matt Boyd
Teen // 2633 words
Summary: ""The first time the girls saw Matt shirtless, it was distraction enough to forget their conversation."" -AFTG EC Dan likes to pretend she's unaffected by Matt's charms and unbelievably hot body. Even she knows what bullshit that is.
A wall at your back
by djhedy
Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten
Teen // 4628 words
Summary: Foxes get married
our gentle violence
by foxbyeol
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 1996 words
Summary: The opposite of cruel is always gentle and that is what everyone expects from you when you care for someone else. They treat it as a delicate, breakable thing. But the connection between them wasn't hanging on my thread of porcelain. Hands that were never taught to be gentle only know how to ground by a firm touch. A touch that is not punishing like so many of those who preceded them but a pushing want which is not only welcomed but desired. And there is a freedom in that, getting the space to be rough without ""cruelty"", a gentle violence they have made their own. OR, Andrew and Neil roughhouse and play around together without much consequences - the only being the rewarding kind.
Against The Wall
by Mystrana
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 2882 words
Summary: After years together, Andrew's finally gotten to a point where he can request exactly what he wants from Neil. And in this case? He wants to be railed up against the wall.
transferable skills
by decaflondonfog
Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau
Explicit // 11111 words
Summary: It’s the way Jean watches his own hands as he guides the thread through the paper, pulling the gathering tight to the spine. It’s the way Jean bends, strong and handsome, over a tiny embroidery hoop to get the details exactly right. Jeremy Knox is supposed to be spending his senior year worrying about what comes next. Instead, he’s mesmerized as he watches each stitch come to life and finds, there in between the threads, something completely unexpected.
a mother's love
by Greenfallleaves
Neil Josten, Mary Hatford
Teen // 9259 words
Summary: In the hell that was Neil's childhood, there were good moments too. Almost all of them included his mother. Mary cared about her boy. Or 5 relatively peaceful moments from Neil's childhood.
we're one (there's nothing to be done)
by wesawbears
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 2345 words
Summary: After Neil is injured, he and Andrew come face to face with how quickly everything they've worked for can be taken away when the Moriyama's check up on their investment. The two will be forced to face the emotions created by the deal that was made so long ago.
When Did You Learn That?
by Geneat
Neil Josten, Gen
Teen // 2635 words
Summary: ""I thought Andrew was the lockpick to watch out for,"" Matt said dryly. ""It's a Masterlock,"" Neil said dismissively. Then, with no finesse at all, he jiggled the rod violently and the lock popped open. ""A toddler can open it.""
glittering eyes, sweet smile
by starscrossingfates
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Gen // 0 words
Summary: Whenever Neil laughed, Andrew looked at Neil as if he was the sun itself. And Andrew was a planet unequivocally caught in his orbit. [Art]
Not fast enough
by OhThePain_333
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 2797 words
Summary: Andrew has a violent nightmare in which Neil dies. It unsettles him a lot. He needs comfort and Neil's hugs. They talk about their respective nightmares and cuddle.
Layover
by justadreamfox
Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten
Explicit // 3064 words
Summary: The geography is fucked, but he has Neil tonight, even if it's barely more than a layover. Or, prompt #17: Andreil bang ON the mas.
hot girl bummer (we've shipped kevin to california it's fine don't worry about it JUST KEEP GOING)
by alcego
Kevin Day, Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau
Explicit // 9258 words
Summary: For the first time in his life, Jean has the opportunity for a quiet, uneventful summer. Instead, he has with two (fake) boyfriends who keep flirting with each other by proxy, a bone-deep weariness that's doing more to his skin than the sun, and a looming sense of inevitability about it all. He can handle one of those problems.
dashboard saints
by nanatsuyu
Kevin Day, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 7750 words
Summary: Andrew stands in his own way when it comes to most things in his life. Kevin Day is not an exception.
Local Man Gets Injured Getting Friend (?) Off, Says “Worth It”
by kunimi
Kevin Day, Aaron Minyard
Mature // 7645 words
Summary: “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone,” Neil says. There’s something thoughtful in his tone, and it takes all of Kevin’s willpower not to immediately glance at Aaron. Instead, Kevin lifts his head slowly, scanning over all his friends’ faces with a deliberate casualness. As soon as his gaze crosses over Aaron, though, he realises he has no idea what to say. They haven’t – talked about it. Not really. (Two hours ago, Aaron was teasing him about being in a rush, and Kevin’s focus had been on how flustered he was in the moment. Now, all he can think about is Aaron’s first comment. Romantic, Aaron says dryly, shaking his head. Romantic, romantic, romantic. Kevin wants. Kevin aches.) There are probably worse ways to reveal new developments in your love life than getting benched, baffling your team’s medical personnel, and accidentally announcing your sex-related mishaps to your entire professional team’s management and several members of your college one. Kevin can’t think of any right now, though. —is it a 22-night stand or a relationship? kevin day's guide to soft-launching your new man [it’s long 💀💀💀 so the bottom part is more useful for a summary, the top bit is excerpt]
hypocorisms
by mostly_maudlin
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 2183 words
Summary: Three times Andrew calls Neil “rabbit,” and one time he calls him “bunny.”
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Luo Yunxi's next drama is coming!
This is what we know can assume so far! I got so excited, I had to write about it!
Well, first of all, a lot of this information hasn't been confirmed yet. Particularly around the cast, there are many contradictory rumors.
The drama is currently called Shui Long Yin (水龙吟). It will likely start filming mid-November 2023 in Hangdian. It's going to be a long shoot with 4-5 month. This means it's likely going to have a full 40 episodes.
The drama is an adaptation of Teng Ping's novel 千劫眉. This is the author from the recently aired Mysterious Lotus Casebook. Going from what I have picked up from the original novel, there are some similarities between both stories, mainly centering on the dynamics between multiple male characters, with no female love interests. There is also the possibility, that MLC scriptwriters added some parts of 千劫眉 to the other story, so both might be a bit (too) similar. So we will see what kind of further adaption will be made.
The drama will be directed by Chen Zhoufei, who has done mostly modern dramas, as well as the recently shot Shao Nian Bai Ma Zui Chun Feng Season 2, another Wuxia bormance drama.
We can assume, that the drama will be produced by Otter Studio again, who already worked with Luo Yunxi for Immortality and Till The End of The Moon. As for the broadcast platforms, rumor has it, that there is an ongoing biting war between Yukou and Mango. Currently, it seems like Mango TV is winning, and the show will be additional aired on Hunan TV - which will reach a broader audience! I'm not an expert on this, but not many Wuxia and Xianxia dramas get aired on TV, so this is a big deal!
The rumored cast of the drama changes from day to day. The two names attached to the show the longest (besides Luo Yunxi) are Xiao Shun Yao and Chen Yao. Both have been acting with Luo Yunxi before in either TTEOTM or in Chen Yao's case in the yet to air Immortality and Follow Your Heart. There is another cast member of Follow Your Heart appearing on the possible cast list for the first time: Cheng Lei!
While I haven't seen Chen Yao in a drama yet, I'm really excited about the possibility of Xiao Shun Yao, who I loved in Mysterious Lotus Bookcase, and Cheng Lei, who was one of my favorites in My Journey to You. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, since the cast will likely change! But then there is also this:
As for the rest of the cast, in today's melon, Bao Shangen, Lin Yun and Yu Chengen are (tentative) named. All of them are young and upcoming actors. So far, there doesn't seem to be a real female lead, just like in the novel. However, other melons name Liu Haocun or Zhang Xueying (Princess Silver) or Bao Shangen as potential candidates for the female lead. So we will have to wait for the official announcement. But it's fun to speculate!
Another rumor I saw is that my beloved Sun Zhenni (Pianran from TTEOTM) will make a guest appearance! I also wouldn't be surprised to see some of the usual suspects making another appearance next to Luo Yunxi!
Now, as someone that adore world-building, I'm particularly excited about the style of the show. It's said to be a mix of wuxia and xianxia tropes and aesthetics, and this is a main reason that so many platforms are interested in it. We get some indicators from the poster.
Let's look at the details of the official poster:
White hair, I repeat, white hair! The main character Tang Lici is described as ruthless and is famous for his long white hair! I'm so excited for this. Are we finally going to see Luo Yunxi in white hair for a drama?!
I also love the color scheme of white, peach and black of the poster. It looks like there is a black flute stuck in his belt. He is also holding a bowl of food, maybe a seashell? That looks too random, to be a coincidence. So he likely will use musical cultivation as a weapon.
I'm not sure how the dragon relates to his character. Maybe he is one, maybe he is called one? Either way, it would be Luo Yunxi's third time playing a dragon, after Wangye and Runyu. This one seems to be related to water again.
In his most recent interview, Luo Yunxi mentioned, that he is already preparing for the role, learning lines and diving into his character. I can't wait for more!
Sources: Twitter 1, Twitter 2, My Drama List
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The Bad Batch Head Canons - Favorite Flavors
So for a little background on this, one of my love languages is cooking. I love cooking for my loved ones and and it boosts my ego when they enjoy my food. This kinda popped into my head the other day when I was thinking about things I would cook for Tech. So then I started thinking about flavors that the other batchers would like/dislike and thus flavor headcanons were born!
I know it's a little random but I enjoy thinking about fluffy stuff like this (in between the constant flow of smut in my head) so I hope you guys like it too!
Also, this is my first post in TBB fandom!! I'm so excited :D I hope ya'll like my stuff~ Please feel free to like, reblog, comment. You're interactions feed my ego.
TW: There's like one or two sex jokes but nothing really nsfw
Hunter
Hunter isn’t a picky eater but because of his senses, he’s very easily overwhelmed by strongly scented foods. If you want to cook for him, just keep this in mind and maybe open some windows for him. Overall, I feel Hunter doesn’t get to really sit down and enjoy his food often so I think he’d really enjoy having a spouse that likes to cook for him.
Spicy: I feel like because of his heightened senses, Hunter isn't a big fan of really strong flavors so immediately anything spicy is out especially if it has a really strong scent. I don’t think that he can’t handle spiciness, it’s just that he has a strong dislike for it.
Sweet: Hunter likes sweet things but he’s definitely not as into them like Wrecker. I feel like he’s more of a fruit kind of sweet guy. Like if you give him the option between chocolate or freshly sliced peaches, he’s gonna go for the peaches. His favorite kind of cake is any cake with fruit on it. Bring this man a bowl of fresh fruit after a long day of hot work outside and you’re gonna see hearts in his eyes.
Sour: No. Absolutely not. Do not bring this man anything sour, he won’t even look at it. You know how some restaurants will bring you water with lemon? He will send the water back (or give it to Tech) because it’s already ruined to him. Don’t even think about offering sour candy to him because he will gag in your face. Trick him into eating something sour and he won’t speak to you for a week. Hunter doesn’t claim to hate many things but sour stuff is right at the top of this man’s list.
Savory: You wanna bring this man to his knees? Make him fall head over heels? Bring him a plate that has medium-rare, lightly seasoned steak and a piping hot baked potato and he’s YOURS baby. Hunter loves savory things, very much a meat and potatoes guy. Make him a good homemade gravy and you’re gonna get his gravy later that night. I could see him really enjoying southern cooking because it’s a very savory cuisine. But be a little light with the spices, at least if it has a strong scent. Other than that he’s not picky about savory foods.
Bitter: Refer to ‘spicy’ but there’s the exception of caf. He does add a little sugar to it when he can to help balance it out. But overall, he’s not really into bitter things. He does occasionally like bitter wines though!
Tech
Tech doesn’t really eat because he enjoys eating, he eats because he has to. If your love language is cooking, you might struggle a little when it comes to Tech. It’s not that he’s super picky, he just…doesn’t enjoy eating? He doesn’t dislike it. It’s just something he does in order to keep his body going. It’s almost like a chore. He’ll do his best to try your cooking though! He doesn’t want to make you feel bad.
Spicy: Tech is pretty neutral when it comes to spicy things. He does occasionally enjoy some spicy food but he likes more subtle spice. Something with a very low heat to it that is more in the background than the main flavor. If you bring him something that's really spicy, he will most likely not eat it.
Sweet: I don't see Tech being a sweet fan. Not that he particularly dislikes sweets but he doesn't like them either. If he does eat sweets, it’s probably going to be hard candy.Like he really enjoys peppermints or butterscotch. Doesn’t really enjoy sweet fruits either.
Sour: No one in the galaxy can convince me that this man doesn't pop sour candies like his life depends on it. Tech LOVES sour things. He's the kind of guy to ask for extra lemons for his water. He keeps a stash of super sour candies in various places around the ship so he has access to them at all times. This man can suck on limes like they're butterscotch. He adores oranges and green apples!! Bring him some peeled oranges that are already broken apart (the less work it takes for him to eat something, the happier he is) and you'll have him wrapped around your finger.
Savory: Tech likes savory foods. I see him really enjoying grilled cheese sandwiches with soup. He likes his savory food to be relatively simple though so maybe don’t season it too much.
Bitter: You would think that because he enjoys sour things that he would like bitter foods but the answer is no. He honestly doesn't even like caf, he just drinks it for energy and that's about it. Tech will actively avoid anything with a bitter flavor. Do not bring this man dark chocolate, he will spit it out.
Wrecker
Wrecker is absolutely not a picky eater. This man LOVES food and will rarely turn a meal down. I can’t even begin to fathom the amount of ration bars it took to make this man feel full. Wrecker is the perfect person for you if your love language is cooking food. He will always be willing to eat what you make! You mean you?? The love of his life?? Made him something to eat?? Just for him?? Maker, you’re literally perfect, marry him right now.
Spicy: Y'know those people who can't handle even a singular flake of red pepper? The kind of people who eat something with a *hint* of spice and start dramatically waving at their tongue and calling for milk? That's Wrecker. This big boy cannot, under any circumstances, handle spiciness. He'll try to act tough but you can see the tears in his eyes and his cheeks are comically red. It’s honestly kinda cute.
Sweet: You thought Hunter had heightened senses? You haven't seen Wrecker around sweets. Did you eat a singular piece of chocolate 3 hours ago? Did you happen to put a piece of candy in your pocket? Wrecker can SMELL it. He's all over you like a hound dog asking you where you're hiding the candy. This man loves sweets. You will never be able to hide sweets from him. He WILL find them and consume all of it. You want Wrecker to turn into putty in your hands? Shower him with sweets, bake him cookies. If you’re a baker, you’ll never have to worry about your sweets going untouched.
Sour: I feel like Wrecker would enjoy sour candy but not really sour foods. He doesn’t mind a squeeze of lemon over fish or something with a sour element but he doesn't really like just straight sour. Overall, he’s kinda neutral to it.
Savory: Yes. Absolutely yes. You gonna look me in the face and tell me this huge man doesn't gorge himself on meat like a man starved for 30 rotations? Give him a fat turkey leg and it'll be eaten to bone within minutes. Wrecker loves savory foods (though not as much as he loves sweets) and will enjoy most savory dishes. I feel like he would enjoy anything with tomatoes in it. Feel free to go heavy on the seasonings too! Wrecker loves things with a lot of flavor! I personally feel like smoked paprika would be a favorite of his.
Bitter: Again, with the exception of caf, no. Wrecker just doesn’t like anything bitter and adds loads of sugar to his caf to cover the taste of it. He looks like he might cry if he goes to bite into some chocolate and finds out it’s dark chocolate. Literally nothing will ruin his day more.
Echo
I think we can all agree the Echo is an extremely picky eater. The amount of times we see him turn his nose up at food is almost comical. My deepest condolences if you want to try and win this man through his stomach because you are up for a challenge. You’re gonna have to serve him any food you make him on those plates with the separated compartments. Because by Maker, if one of the foods touches the other, he’s not going to eat any of it. Try not to take it personally if he doesn’t like what you cook. With that in mind,
Spicy: Spicy? No. Absolutely not. Bring him food that he knows is spicy and he won’t even look at it. He’ll just look at you with a quirked eyebrow like “You don’t expect me to touch this do you?”
Sweet: Eh. Echo isn’t really a big fan of sweets though he doesn’t mind eating fruits. He’ll occasionally indulge in candy but it’s very rare and he’ll only eat one or two bites before he’s done. He does enjoy baked sweets though if it’s got a good flavor balance! Think like sugar cookies made with almonds or dark chocolate covered strawberries. He’ll eat it as long as it’s not overbearingly sweet. (Don’t tell anyone but he’s got a soft spot for oatmeal cookies)
Sour: Once again, no. Absolutely not. Very similar to Hunter in that regard. Feed him something that’s even slightly sour and he will spit it out. He honestly doesn’t even like the smell of sour things. Whenever Tech is going on a sour binge both Echo and Hunter will avoid him like the plague because even the smell makes them nauseous. If you purposely trick him into eating something sour, do not expect him to be willing to try your food for a while. He won’t trust it.
Savory: Yes but similar to Tech in the regards that he likes simple things. Bring him grilled chicken with some rice and he’ll be pretty content. If you want to bring him a snack then bring him some garlic bread. He’ll devour that shit. Bacon is another good food to give him but you do have to make sure you cook it perfectly. If it’s too soft or too cooked, he won’t like it. Be VERY light with seasonings. He’s extremely picky with how things taste so if it has too many flavors, he’s not going to like it. Your best bet would be just stick with pepper and salt.
Bitter: Surprisingly…yes. One of the few things Echo does enjoy is bitter foods. He loves his caf without anything added. Bring him some hot, fresh caf and some dark chocolate and darlin’ he’s yours.
Crosshair
Many things will be complicated if you enter a relationship with this grumpy sniper but oddly enough, food is not one of those things. He’s not a picky eater and will consume just about anything that’s put in front of him. However, be prepared for him to be very blunt about your food. He’s not afraid to tell you if he hates something or if the food doesn’t taste good. Be ready to be teased for weeks if you accidentally burn something.
Spicy: Literally the only batcher who enjoys spicy food. Crosshair loves spicy food and will usually ask things to be made extra hot. You know those menus where they got like the little flaming peppers indicating spiciness level? Yeah, he always gets the max heat. He’s the kinda guy where you’ll hand him a plate of food and he’ll ask for hot sauce or sriracha to put on it. Sometimes he’ll specifically order spicy food just to bother Wrecker and eat it in front of him with a shit eating grin while he calls him weak.
Sweet: Yes but only secretly. He’ll never openly admit it but he loves sweets. His sweet tooth almost rivals Wreckers. He has a secret stash that he keeps very well hidden and every once in a while will sneak off the Marauder to go eat his candy in peace. If you like to make baked goods, you’ll have to listen to him grumble about how he absolutely doesn’t like sweets as you watch him devour the entire plate of chocolate chip cookies that you pulled out of the oven less than five minutes ago.
Sour: Crosshair doesn’t dislike or like sour foods. He’s pretty neutral to it and it really just depends on this dish. He’d probably enjoy things like kimchi but doesn’t enjoy sour candies. It’s pretty much a coin flip on whether he’ll like it or not.
Savory: Do you want this gruff sniper to be completely wrapped around your finger? Want him to fall to his knees and declare his undying love for you? Bring him some heavily seasoned savory food and he’s a goner. Spicy fried chicken? He’s gonna follow you like a love-sick puppy for months. Literally anything with potatoes. Anything. With. Potatoes. Spicy and cheesy? He’s dead and gone to heaven.
Bitter: No. Just no. Crosshair hates bitter foods probably because he’s bitter enough all by himself. If you happen to catch him making a cup of caf, you’ll see him dumping loads of sugar into it. Like just an entire bag. You know how southerner’s make their sweet tea? (If you don’t, just know that my family recipe for sweet tea is one gallon of tea with about three cups of sugar. That is considered normal.) That’s how Crosshair makes his coffee.
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Stardew You Like Me? ➳ L. Sangyeon
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Synopsis: Three times you gifted something to Sangyeon and one time he gifted something to you.
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Pairing: Carpenter!Lee Sangyeon x gender neutral reader
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, Stardew Valley au
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Word Count: 2.6k
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Warning(s): none
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ A/N: Sangyeon was modeled off Robin from Stardew Valley so the things he likes in this fic are literally just straight up Robin’s likes from the game. This is also my first time writing something in a while so I would love comments, concerns, criticisms but also please be nice! Hope you all enjoy!
Summer 2
You speed-walk from your farm to the mountains, a box full of peaches in your hand. It’s the middle of the summer and the sapling you planted in the spring has finally grown some peaches. You hurry up past the backwoods, eager to get yourself to the carpenter's shop.
Some months ago, you overheard Sangyeon tell Changmin that he’s super excited for the summer season. He was going on and on and on about how he loves peaches and can’t wait for peach season to start. Your handy-dandy farmer mind picked up on that little tidbit and you decided that you were going to grow peaches in the summer. Something special just for Sangyeon.
Sangyeon was your first friend when you moved to Stardew Valley over a year ago. He showed you around, he helped clean your farm, and he introduced you to all his friends. And ever since you moved in, you two grew close. He was quite actually your best friend. And somewhere along the line, your feelings for him turned into something a little more. His feelings for you changed as well.
The carpenter’s shop finally comes to view and your face breaks out into a smile. You’re excited to give Sangyeon his gift. You walk up to the door and balance the box of peaches in your arm to swing open the door. You peer in to see Sangyeon sitting at the cash register. Your heartbeat quickens, happy to see him again.
“Hey there y/n!” His lips pull into a smile as you walk into the shop. “What would you like to take a look at? It’s all the same stock from yesterday, unfortunately.” He questions you as you walk closer to the counter, taking note of the box in your arms. You realize that you did indeed come in yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. Most days you come in to grab supplies for your farm, other days you come in just to see Sangyeon.
“I actually brought something for you today.” You look down at the box sheepishly. You’re embarrassed to realize that you’ve been going to shop so often. It’s kind of odd that you’ve been coming in everyday for almost a week. You place the box down on the counter for Sangyeon to look into. He lifts the flaps and his jaw drops. You brought him almost 2 dozen peaches.
“How did you know that I love peaches?” Sangyeon grabs one from the box, inspecting it. It looks absolutely perfect. He 's amazed to see that you brought so many for him, his heart swelling at the idea of you working so hard to grow and pick peaches for him. “You didn’t have to do this for me!”
“I-uh overheard you talking to Changmin about how you love the peach season and that you were looking forward to it this year.” Your cheeks heat up as you recall what you heard. You hear him laugh lightly at your explanation. “And it’s no worries! You do so much for me so I thought I’d do this for you.” You grip the counter with a shy smile. You’re happy to hear that he enjoys your gift. Maybe you’ll do this every peach season.
“Well then, thank you. I’m grateful.” Sangyeon speaks softly, gazing into your eyes. “I’m so glad you think of me.”
‘I always think about you.’ You want to tell him but fear punches you in the gut. You would rather just give him his gifts and pine than say something and ruin your friend. So instead, you just ramble on and on about the growing process of peach trees.
If only you knew that Sangyeon thinks about you always too.
Fall 2
You speed-walk from the mines to the carpenter shop with a giddy smile on your face. Juyeon and Sunwoo are hot on your tail, trying their best to keep up with you. The three of you were mining in the local cave when you found a bunch of quartz scattered around. You feel excited to bring them to Sangyeon.
Sangyeon had mentioned in passing that he thought quartz was beautiful. He talked about how he would often ask Juyeon and Sunwoo to bring back some for him if they ever find any in the caves. So, your little miner brain saved that small itty bitty tidbit for the next time you went venturing into the local mines.
“Slow down! Your boyfriend is not going anywhere!” Sunwoo huffs as he runs to catch up to you, lagging behind because he’s holding your mining equipment. Sunwoo and Juyeon are just two of the people that know about your obvious crush on Sangyeon. Essentially, the entire town knows about your feelings, except for Sangyeon somehow. But the entire town also knows about his feelings too.
“He’s not my boyfriend!” You huff as you hear Juyeon laugh at Sunwoo behind you. Even though you really wish he was your boyfriend, you two are just really good friends and you don’t want to ruin that.
Sunwoo and Juyeon both roll their eyes at you as you all approach the shop. Your shared group of friends are truly getting frustrated at yours (and Sangyeon’s antics). They know that Sangyeon likes you as well but they also know that he’s too scared to share his feelings because he doesn’t wanna ruin your relationship. They all constantly wonder how you two can be so oblivious of each other’s feelings.
You swing open the carpenter’s shop and there he is again, sitting at the cash register. You smile as you see him grin at the three of you. Your heart starts racing like always. How can someone be so beautiful without trying. The three of you walk in and stand by the door, Juyeon to your left and Sunwoo to your right.
“What are the three of you up to?” Sangyeon asks as he stands and walks around the counter. He stops right in front of you, his focus solely on you despite asking all three of you the question.
“Oh I actually have something for you!” You’re ecstatic to show him what you found for him. You shrug your backpack off of your shoulders. “You’re not gonna believe how much of these we found!” You tug the zipper open to reveal a collection of quartz crystals.
“You remembered that I like quartz?” Sangyeon asks in awe, his face in shock and admiration. His heart is ready to burst just thinking about how you so easily remember what he likes. He carefully picks up one from your backpack. “And you got me so many?”
“They were too pretty to only bring one!” You exclaim as you move up to the counter, taking out each crystal one by one to ensure they don’t break. You continue to talk animatedly about the quartz you found, where in the mines you found them, and how Sunwoo and Juyeon also have some but they refuse to give them to you.
‘They’re not as pretty as you.’ Sangyeon wants to say to you but he hesitates. Instead opting to just watch as you recall what happened. He won’t say anything yet, he’ll just enjoy listening to you with admiration in his eyes.
Juyeon and Sunwoo glance at you and Sangyeon, small smiles on their faces as they watch you two interact. They hope and pray that you both come to your senses and finally tell each other your feelings (and finally put them all out of their misery).
Spring 3
It’s yet another day of you speed-walking to the carpenter’s shop. This time Haknyeon and Chanhee are running behind you, complaining about how you’re going too fast. Haknyeon was helping you make goat cheese earlier while Chanhee tagged along for company. After a long hard day of practicing, you made your first batch of goat cheese. And you are so excited to show Sangyeon.
You were recently hanging out as a group when you all started talking about favorite foods. Everyone had mentioned their favorites but your mind, of course, was stuck on Sangyeon’s. He mentioned his love for goat cheese and you knew exactly what you needed to do. Your animal farmer brain said let’s do this. So you reached out to Haknyeon and begged him to teach you how to make goat cheese. He immediately agreed because he knew your intentions from the start but it also gave him an excuse to make goat cheese too.
“They’re crazy.” Chanhee mutters to Haknyeon, who laughs at his comment. The pair run behind you as you take the lead to the mountains. “How did you get so far ahead of us?” He yells after you.
“They’re just so excited to see their boyfriend.” Haknyeon teases you with a loud laugh. Your eyes roll in response while heat creeps on your cheeks. He’s not entirely wrong, you are excited to see him. Sangyeon just isn’t your boyfriend.
“Not my boyfriend!” You yell back at them as you finally take sight of the shop. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you slow down by the door. You try to catch your breath while your heart races. You try to convince yourself that it’s because of how much you walked, but everyone knows the truth. You wait for Haknyeon and Chanhee to catch up before swinging the door open.
Instead of Sangyeon sitting there like always, you’re met with an empty counter. You walk with a look of confusion. You basically know his schedule by heart so you expect him to be here. You hear Haknyeon and Chanhee mumbling behind you so you turn to face them. Luckily for you, Sangyeon walks through the door at the same time. He looks at the three of you in shock, not expecting you to be there.
“Oh, sorry guys! It’s been a slow day so I went out really quick with Hyunjae to chop some trees by the quarry.” Sangyeon says as you finally take note of him and how he looks. He’s covered in sweat, his hair pushed back so it's out of his face, and he’s holding his axe on his shoulder. Your eyes trail across his arm muscles, suddenly thinking about how he must have looked while chopping trees. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear someone cough. Your eyes shoot up to Sangyeon’s amused ones then to Haknyeon and Chanhee, who are both trying to hold back their laughs. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long.” Sangyeon grins at you as he walks behind the counter to place the axe down.
“Oh uh..” You sputter as you try to pull your thoughts together. “I- uh brought you something.” You quickly take your backpack off, embarrassment running through your veins. You unzip the bag to grab the container of goat cheese from earlier. “I- well we made goat cheese and I brought some for you.” You leave the container on the counter for him, quickly zipping your bag up.
“Y/n, you always remember what I like.” Sangyeon’s eyes meet yours as he looks at you with adoration. He’s been taking note of how you always have something he likes and how you’re always so excited to bring it to him. His heart swells with love everytime he sees you walk through his doors. But he feels like there’s something he should be doing too. “I’ll have something for you next time!”
“Oh, it’s nothing!” You try to downplay it but it’s true. You always remember what he likes and you never hesitate to give it to him. “I just enjoy giving gifts.” You speak softly as you start making your way to the door, Haknyeon and Chanhee following. “So don’t worry about it! I don’t expect anything in return!” You flash him a smile before heading out the door. Truly, you don’t expect anything from him. You’re doing this out of love for him but you’re too scared to admit it.
Sangyeon sighs at your words before glancing at the bouquet of flowers sitting next to the register. Something he should’ve given to right now. He didn’t say anything now but soon. Soon, he’ll make his feelings known. And he’ll bring something for you too.
Summer 3
Sangyeon speed-walks to your farm, a fresh bouquet of flowers in hand. He had gone to Pierre’s shop in town when he ran into the rest of the boys. They were all talking when suddenly the topic changed to you. It’s been over a year since your feelings for the carpenter became prevalent. It’s been well over a year since they realized Sangyeon’s feelings for you. It’s been over a year and still no one has confessed. And the boys were exhausted, they desperately need someone to make a move. They all started telling Sangyeon that it’s time for him to let you know about his feelings. He shared his apprehension, scared that he’ll ruin your friendship. He was met with immediate backlash. They all recounted stories of you talking nonstop about him and of you making excuses to go hang out with him. They even mentioned the constant gifts you give him and how you only give him gifts. With some strong convincing, they handed Sangyeon a bouquet and pushed him to go talk to you.
You’re planting seeds when you notice someone walking through the entrance of your farm. Upon further analysis, you realize that it’s Sangyeon. You rush to get up, wiping your dirty hands on your overalls and swiping at any beads of sweat on your forehead.
“Y/n!” Sangyeon calls out to you as he gets closer to you. He moves the bouquet to hide behind his back, hoping to maybe surprise you the way you’ve surprised him.
“Hey Sangyeon! What brings you here?” You question him, eyeing the way he’s hiding something behind his back. It’s not unusual for Sangyeon to stop by randomly but you take note of how flustered he looked.
“I-uh actually brought you something.” Sangyeon holds out the bouquet of flowers in front of him. “I’ve liked you for a long time now and I’ve actually been meaning to give this to you for a while.” He rubs the back of his neck with his free-hand, embarrassed that he took so long to confess to you. “I know I should’ve told you sooner but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And I just want you to know that you don’t have to say yes or anything and honestly, it’s completely okay if you don’t like me back-”
“I like you too!” You cut him off with a smile. Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest at Sangyeon’s confession. You're surprised to hear that you both were thinking the same thing, that neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship. “I’ve liked you for a while as well. I’m actually surprised you didn’t notice.” You joke with him as you take the bouquet from him, checking out the different flowers in it.
“I kind of noticed…” Sangyeon says, trying to act like he knew the entire time. As if he wasn’t lectured not even an hour ago about how he’s so dumb and oblivious. And you didn’t buy this sudden act either.
“No you didn’t.” You take hold of his hand with your free one. It feels like your hands fit together perfectly.
“Yeah, I really didn’t.” Sangyeon rubs circles on the back of your hand. Just like that one time last year.
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